"Older Sister, Older Sister, hurry and go see our mother! Our mother is dying of illness! She calls your name night after night. Please, have mercy and go take one look at her!"
Han Chunguang lay against the Santana's window, crying rivers of snot and tears. His grief-stricken appearance truly did not seem fake.
But Han Chunmei sat motionless in the back seat, staring straight at Han Chunguang as if she had gone stupid.
Han Chunguang cried for quite a while. Seeing Han Chunmei sitting there blankly without moving, then seeing Wu Juying and Li Ye both looking at Han Chunmei, he immediately decided that Han Chunmei was being controlled by her in-laws and did not dare speak to him.
So he cried even louder.
"Aunt from the Li family, even if I was wrong back then and made Li Ye and my brother-in-law hate us, didn't Li Ye say at the time? When my father and mother were sick, old, dead, or dying, if my older sister wanted to go back, she could go back.
"We are not demanding anything from you. We only beg you to let my older sister go back and see our mother once."
Li Ye's brows furrowed slightly.
Back then, after he received a sum of manuscript fees, the Han family had come to borrow money. He had been unwilling to lend it to them, and they had torn all civility apart.
At the time, Li Ye had used a sum of money to buy out Han Chunmei's "elder-care money," but he had also said, "From now on, whether you live, grow old, fall ill, or die, if she wants to go, she can go. If she does not want to go, then she does not have to. You cannot force her. After all,