According to Liu Daqing, Yan Xixi should have obediently stayed home back then, shut herself in, and quietly waited for everything to blow over. However, she refused to sit idly by and instead chose to make the first move.
"Of course, it's good to turn misfortune into fortune. But if something serious really happens, who will be to blame? Who will pay the price for her? Hasn't she thought about any of this?"
"Ms. Liu, when you went to meet with Old Zhou, you didn't consider the consequences either."
Liu Daqing's eyes widened.
"Mom, her temperament is just like yours."
Liu Daqing's eyes widened further. "I'm already halfway into the grave; I have nothing to lose. How dare she compare herself to me?"
Once people get that stubborn, who cares if they're knocking on death's door?
"What? Now she's blaming you and doesn't intend to make peace with you?"
Wan Donglin was silent.
After a long moment, he said, "It was indeed my fault. I didn't tell her anything."
