Xia Chuyi stared at Mother Xia, speechless for a long time.
"Chuyi, what's wrong? Why are you looking at mom like that? I had no other choice—without a male heir in our branch of the family. If only your dad hadn't died..." Every time she mentioned Daddy Xia, Mother Xia became so sorrowful that she couldn't restrain herself and started to weep, covering her eyes.
Don't look at her face; she really didn't want to see Mother Xia's expression again.
"Mom, go back. As for the shop, tell Grandma and Grandpa to give up on that idea."
"It was written in black and white when I left the Xia Family; whatever I do has nothing to do with them."
With that, she strode out of the courtyard.
"Chuyi!" Mother Xia called out to her in a panic from behind.
She walked over to the counter with an indifferent expression.
"Get to work and tidy up what needs to be tidied. We're closing up to rest."
She began to work without any unnecessary chatter.
Aunt Xia watched her and pursed her lips.
