Jiang Muwan's relationship with Song Sizhi could be summed up as, "Our paths were never meant to cross, all thanks to my spending money."
As long as the money was in place, the affection would naturally be there too.
"I'd rather starve than eat my own words," Song Sizhi said haughtily from atop the toilet.
Jiang Muwan chuckled airily, only to hear Song Sizhi ask, "Why can't you let Mother and Grandpa stay in C City?"
Muwan paused in her steps towards the door, pressed her lips together, and spoke truthfully, "It could cause trouble."
To put it bluntly, the less the Song Family had to do with C City, the better. Jiang Muwan was not exaggerating by saying that staying could cause trouble.
The doorbell continued to ring; Muwan reached out and opened the door. There, the three people who had just driven away were now back before her. She held her phone, dazed for a moment, and then called out crisply, "Auntie, why have you come back?"
