"You... why are you like this?" Madam Xie glared at him angrily.
"What's wrong with wanting to be with my own family?" Mo Xiaoqiang sat on the stool and refused to get up.
"Why didn't you do this sooner? Now, telling me all these sentimental words, what use are they?" Madam Xie's heart was as hard as a rock; she despised Mo Xiaoqiang for colluding with Aunt Sun over several taels of silver to harm Xuexue.
"Haven't I already told you? The past is in the past, and now I know my wrongs. Xuexue has forgiven me; can't you give me a chance?" Mo Xiaoqiang pleaded pitifully.
Madam Xie turned away her face and resumed her embroidery, ignoring him completely, her heart set in stone.
Mo Xiaoqiang sat helplessly beside her, keeping her company.
Xuexue finished washing the vegetables and came out. Seeing Mo Xiaoqiang sitting there, not going home, she asked, "Dad, are you eating dinner with us tonight?"
"Yes, yes! I'll eat at home."