"Pfft~" Mo Ziqian could not help laughing aloud.
The surrounding crowd was greatly surprised.
"Cut off her money?"
"He cut off her money, yet still asked whether she could eat her fill—isn't that just mocking Meng Anli?"
"It wasn't like that," Meng Mingde explained to Meng Anli. "I never said I would cut off your money. I wonder who told you that?"
"Sorry, Father, I misspoke."
Meng Anli immediately bit her lip and apologized. She looked aggrieved, yet did not dare explain herself.
Meng Mingde felt as though he had strength but nowhere to use it. "I..."
"If Father has nothing else to say, I'll return to my cultivation first."
Meng Anli gave a salute and stepped back.
Meng Mingde hurriedly pulled out a money pouch, his expression humble to the extreme.
"Some time ago, I truly was busy with state affairs and neglected to guide and discipline you siblings, which led to so many misunderstandings between us. But how could there be overnight grudges between family? I want to invite you back so we can sit down and talk properly, clearing away these misunderstandings..."
"Father, really? You're willing to let me come home?"
Meng Anli's peach-blossom eyes brimmed with surprise, but her hand naturally accepted the money pouch.
It would be a waste not to take it.
It would be good to give it to Yin Sheng too. This was what the Meng Family owed them.
Meng Mingde froze, clearly not expecting Meng Anli to say such a thing.
Then he felt somewhat disdainful. After making such a fuss for so long, Meng Anli had probably been waiting for this very day.
She had been hoping for it.
Liang Miao had been right. She still cared about family ties.
As long as she cared, she would be easy to