Qiao Changshun was cleaning up the dried grass from the chicken coop, which the Sun Family had just torn out, scattering it all over the courtyard. Upon hearing Qiao Xiaomai's words, he was taken aback, with the image of his first meeting with Zhuang Lühe appearing in his mind.
Instantly, his heart felt as though it was being crushed by a huge rock, making it difficult for him to breathe.
"It's all in the past." His voice was low, clearly unwilling to elaborate.
"So Uncle and Aunt have been treating Mom strangely all these years because of this?" Qiao Xiaomai asked further.
"Maybe." Qiao Changshun's voice dropped even lower.
Qiao Xiaomai responded with a drawn-out sound of understanding. She had originally thought that Zhao Shufen simply disliked Zhuang Lühe. She didn't expect this.