Seventh Master said, "Anan, the Jiang family has occupied your family's business for eight years and will return it to you in its entirety. If you still feel wronged..."
"Enough."
Mu Anan did not let Seventh Master continue. Instead, she said softly, "I'm not wronged anymore."
Mu Anan's grievances vanished the moment she returned home and leaned into this man's arms.
"I don't want to care about these things." Mu Anan said.
What happened to Huo Feng, Jiang Zhen, Guo Yuehua, and Jiang Qin? Mu Anan didn't care about them at all.
"I don't care about that." Seventh Master said,
Mu Anan nodded and remained silent. She leaned into his arms and stared at the bedside table.
The small package on the bedside table had been there for a long time.
It was a courier that Mu Qing had stored through the company's organization ten years ago. Once the ten-year deadline was up, it would be delivered by a specialized staff member.