The Collapse of Mingxing Square

Zeng Zijuan seemed to have thought of this outcome too. She sighed softly and mumbled, "Even if my father agrees to bring my mother back, she probably won't come back."

How aggrieved would she be if her leg was injured and her husband misunderstood her?

"Forget it. As long as my mother is happy, it doesn't matter if she comes back or not."

Lu Sheng smiled. "Your mother would be very relieved that you think that way."

From the little ghost's memories, Lu Sheng more or less understood Zeng Fan's personality.

He might really be a good father, but he was definitely not a good husband.

They had just finished speaking when Zeng Fan came down.

He prepared two red packets, one for Lu Sheng and one for Chu Yan.

"The two of you are here for the first time and have helped me so much. This small token of appreciation can be considered my greeting gift to you."

"Thank you!"

Lu Sheng accepted both her and Chu Yan's portion.