People are emotional creatures. It's impossible for there to be no hard feelings.
"Things have already come to this. Why bother..." Su Li trailed off, but her meaning was clear.
Tang Yuanxiao was truly no longer fit to raise Little Tang Mo.
Two years would pass in a flash, and when Mrs. Tang was released from prison, Little Tang Mo would only be eight.
Not eighteen. Eight.
At eight, he would still be just a child.
Given the current circumstances, there was no telling what state Little Tang Mo would be in by then.
What if he still couldn't speak? What if he still couldn't overcome his fear of Mrs. Tang?
Forget overcoming his fear of Mrs. Tang—it was uncertain if he could even get over his fear of Tang Yuanxiao.
After spending two years in prison, who knew what kind of person Mrs. Tang would be when she got out.
Would she be more radical, or would she be thoroughly cowed? Neither was a good outcome, whether she became more extreme or lived in constant fear.
