Seeing that Mei Yifan had apologized, Jiang Xiumei couldn't just hold on to it forever. "Chenchen, it was your Aunt's fault for saying the wrong thing. Aunt shouldn't have spoken carelessly. Aunt is sorry to you, don't hold it against Aunt, alright?"
Their apologies were both half-hearted and insincere, but the two of them were dead set on getting their hands on the money Mei Mengzhen had. Who cared if she had enough for tuition or living expenses? As long as they were unhappy, the one they blamed—Mei Mengzhen—wasn't going to keep a single cent.
Yet who was truly at fault, neither of them had a clue in their hearts.
As for Mei Mengchen, the one being apologized to, she couldn't care less about these two. She gave them a glance and then, without any interest, turned away to continue leaning on Mei Mengzhen's shoulder.
But the attitude had already been shown. Regardless of how sincere these two were, the matter was over and done with.
