"Mom." Song Xiu'er lowered her head and uneasily called out to Meng Yao.
Doing this naturally meant she was taking the blame for the arrival of the Song Family in the Capital City.
"Don't always take everything upon yourself." Meng Yao said, "You married Dajiang, so we're a family now. Whatever happens, we face it together. Even if that document of severing ties doesn't count, you don't need to think too much. As a married daughter, it's just the usual festive gifts. These are what you should do as a daughter."
"They, they, they're insatiable. In their eyes, our family is now... just a piece of fat meat..." Song Xiu'er's words were incoherent.
Meng Yao understood what she meant.
"Don't worry." Meng Yao gently patted her hand, "I will handle this matter well. Dajiang, take Xiu'er to stay with your great-grandfather for a few days; he likes lively company at his age."
"Okay, Mom." Zhao Dajiang agreed readily.
