"Tan'er, can you really bear to see the Qu residence fall into decline like this?" Qu Jianglin sidestepped Qu Tan'er's question, attempting to appeal to her emotions and reasoning instead. Unfortunately, it carried little weight because Qu Tan'er's heart was not with the Qu residence at all.
And his counter-question was clearly a way to dodge Qu Tan'er's probing and to shift the topic.
Qu Tan'er could hear it.
She knew Qu Jianglin was avoiding the topic.
Indeed, when asking for her help, he naturally didn't want to dwell on the past. Or perhaps he was regretting it now? Should he have treated her, a piece that was akin to abandoned, a bit better? Suddenly, Qu Tan'er sighed softly, her lips moving as if she wanted to say something, yet the words never made it past her mouth, swallowed back down.
"Father, Step-mother, please take a seat first. We can talk slowly." Qu Tan'er gestured with her eyes for Jing Xin to help the second lady sit down.
