Tang Xin's kneeling was a sight no one could bear to refuse. Mo Qingze also felt sympathy for her but did not agree directly. He extended his hand in a guiding gesture and said in a gentle voice, "Child, please get up first, then we can talk."
Feeling somewhat disappointed inside, Tang Xin knew remaining on her knees would only cause displeasure, so she stood up, her once hopeful eyes dimming, making her look all the more pitiable.
"Father, let's just give the Tang Family some silver and keep Tang Xin here. Daughter begs you," Xin Er pleaded, unable to hold back as she embraced her father's arm. It wasn't just because Tang Xin was her good sister; she would have wanted to help even a stranger.
Zhenzhen also shook her father's other arm, chiming in to plead, "Father, please help Sister Tang Xin. If we don't have enough silver at home, I have some here."
"Adoptive father..." The Yun Zhao siblings did not outright ask but looked eagerly at Mo Qingze with eyes full of entreaty.