Su Xiaomeng put away the folding table.
Turning around again, Yin Shixiu was still deep in thought.
Su Xiaomeng walked to his side, leaned down and embraced him, resting her chin on his shoulder, and asked in a low voice,
"Did Dean Xiao's words make you hesitate?"
Yin Shixiu reached back to hold her hand, and looked at her,
"And you? Did you hesitate?"
Su Xiaomeng thought for a moment, then smiled,
"If it weren't for what you said—that you didn't want the feud between the Rong and Yin Families to be passed down to Shuang'er and Huang'er, and didn't want today's suffering to be transferred to them—I would never agree to withdraw the lawsuit."
"..."
"The enmity of a husband's murder is irreconcilable."
Su Xiaomeng showed a firm resolution in her eyes when she looked at Yin Shixiu.
