At hearing these words, Qiao Xiaomai also heaved a sigh in her heart; she pressed her lips tightly together, "Yes, there are quite a few bolts of fabric piled up in the Warehouse. You can make as many sets as you want."
With that, the three of them finally returned to the manor.
After reaching the manor, Zhuang Lühe, whose eyes were swollen to mere slits from crying, shocked both Qiao Changshun and Qiao Dami. "What happened to you?" they asked in alarm.
"I saw the Sun Family and was reminded of the hardships of the past, which is why I am in such a state," Qiao Xiaomai offhandedly made an excuse.
On hearing this excuse, Qiao Changshun involuntarily wrung his hands, "It's all in the past."
This was his usual way of speaking; whenever he thought about past events, he would summarize them with these four words.
Qiao Xiaomai was used to hearing this, so she didn't find anything amiss, but for Zhuang Lühe, these four words were a piercing stab to the heart.