"How have you been lately?"
Seeing her dazed expression, Su Qiao guessed that her current life probably wasn't going well.
Jiang Meng glanced at her son and forced herself to appear strong. "I... I'm fine."
Jiang Yihan noticed the marks on her neck that even a scarf couldn't hide. They looked like they had been left by someone choking her.
After hesitating for a moment, he took a small golden business card holder from his pocket, pulled out a card, and handed it to her.
"If you're in trouble, you can come to me. This is my card. My phone number is on it."
Jiang Meng hadn't expected him to treat her so kindly, and for a moment, she didn't react.
Su Qiao prompted her, "Take it. If you're in trouble, call us."
She had already paid the price for what she had done back then. Besides, she was no longer young—she was already in her fifties. If Liu Shao kept tormenting her like this, Su Qiao was afraid she wouldn't last another two years.
After all, she was her own man's biological mother. They couldn't really let that pervert Liu Shao torment her to death, could they?
Jiang Meng's eyes immediately reddened. She slowly accepted the card. "Xiao Han, I'm sorry. Back then... Back then, Mom was too stubborn."
"I've forgotten about the past. I have Qiao'er."
Over the past ten years, he had been extremely happy with Qiao'er. As for what had happened before, he had gradually let it go.
Looking at her cheerful and handsome son, Jiang Meng rarely allowed a smile to appear on her face. "As long as you two are happy, that's all that matters."
Then she turned to Su Qiao and said solemnly, "Su Qiao, thank you. Thank you for staying by his