Before long, the sound of footsteps finally approached.
Mo Wenhua came over, carrying a black umbrella and holding a briefcase.
Hearing the noise, Su Xingyue turned her head to look at the new arrival.
"You're late."
"I'm sorry, Father got held up on the road with some things."
Mo Wenhua nodded, then said apologetically.
"The person you should be saying sorry to isn't me," Su Xingyue glanced at the gravestone in front of her before continuing, "After all these years, this is your first time here, isn't it?
For all these years, that man hadn't visited her mother even once.
Mo Wenhua did not deny it but hung his head in guilt.
"I didn't keep the promise I made to Su Dai, I've failed to take good care of you over these years, and that's my fault."
At the beginning, he had personally promised Su Dai to raise her daughter well and give her a warm home.
But after bringing her home, he let Xingyue suffer due to the opposition from his wife and daughter.