"Mrs. Qin, this doesn't involve any loss for you," Tang Xun elegantly rose from the sofa, ready to leave the tea room.
Mrs. Qin raised her eyes to watch his tall figure, "Mr. Tang, I cannot accept this money. Please take it back."
Tang Xun's footsteps paused slightly before he slowly turned around, his gaze resting on Mrs. Qin's wrinkled face, "Do you mean that you want to tell Yunyun that she once had a daughter? To make her recall that past pain? I've said I won't let anyone hurt her again. I couldn't do it before, but I absolutely won't allow it now! You should feel lucky that at least I let her live in this world and didn't make her disappear. If you do something foolish, I won't mind having blood on my hands. Did you understand?"
His demeanor was polite and gentle, yet when he spoke these words, without exerting force, it chillingly pierced to the bone.
"Aren't you afraid that Miss Ye might one day remember, and knowing the whole truth, hate you?" Mrs. Qin gritted her teeth.