"Chuyi, think about your mom, think about your dad, how can you just talk about severing ties so casually?"
The sincerity of his words nearly moved one to tears.
Xia Chuyi really couldn't even bother to display a sarcastic expression.
For the first time, she learned just how many members of the Xia Family "cared for" her, "loved" her, "couldn't bear to part with" her.
Xia Chengzong stood by with a dark expression, truly at a loss for words.
"Chuyi!"
Suddenly, a loud and angry voice from Uncle Xia came from outside the Xia Family Courtyard.
"Uncle?" Xia Chuyi looked outside, and the onlookers immediately parted to create a path.
The furious figure of Uncle Xia, leaning on a walking stick, with Aunt Xia helping him, slowly made his way over.
The people of the main branch exchanged glances, wondering why Uncle Xia was making an appearance at this time.
