Chapitre 403: The Camp, Oh, the Camp

Cheng Anya laughed and said, "Daddy, I am already this old and can't make any more mistakes. I did lie to him in the past, and I admit that did go overboard. He, however, made mistakes too! How could I, an innocent and pure lady, not get angry at such things? I was already extremely nice by not taking a few nude photos of him and circulating them, not to mention that he had forgotten me for so many years and might not be able to remember me. If we take a step back and look at things, what could he even do if he recalls it? Worse comes to worst, I'll just have cold noodles for days and he won't bear to do anything toward me. There is this saying that goes, "A mother is precious for her children." If I do not keep him in check, I still have a son and another one on the way. Surely he can't divorce me because of that, right? How it all began is not important; it is the process and how it ends that is comparatively more important. Only fools would dig up a seven-year-old score."