"Xiao Yue, I swear, I only agreed to let you go because I thought there would be people helping you move things, so you wouldn't have to exert yourself. Xiao Yue, you are my beloved niece, how could I possibly exploit you!" Tang Mingli exclaimed, feeling truly wronged.
"Uncle, I know; I mean, Uncle Mo might think that way," Tang Yue cleared her throat, feeling a sweetness in her heart, and smiled saying, "Uncle, don't be mad. He just doesn't understand the situation, and that's why he has such illusions."
Mo Siyu defended her that way, and she felt incredibly sweet and happy inside.
"I…" Tang Mingli fell silent, then said, "I also think he makes sense. Xiao Yue, this was something your uncle didn't consider, I apologize to you."
As Tang Mingli spoke, he stood up straight, looking at her with full apologies.
