Jiangli looked at the dim figure of Lin Yurong and sighed, "The matter with the Lin Family might take a bit more time, but at the latest, it should be over in the next two days. You... will you leave with Liao Qianqian then?"
Lin Yurong lifted her head, and as soon as she spoke, she couldn't help but choke up, "Abbot, have my parents really... given up on me?"
Jiangli opened her mouth, but didn't know how to comfort her.
She could only look helplessly towards Fu'er.
Fu'er met Jiangli's gaze, quickly pretended not to see her, turned his head, looked up into the sky, down at the ground, and at the tips of his shoes—anywhere but at Jiangli.
He had the expression of someone who hadn't seen anything at all.
Jiangli, irritated, rolled her eyes and said bravely, "This... human hearts are complex, thoughts vary from person to person, not all parents are qualified to be parents. It's not your fault, you shouldn't take it to heart."