"Qin Xue, after you go back, focus on your work. If anything comes up, write to me and your dad, okay?" Nangong Shulan was reluctant to let her daughter leave, but as her daughter said, everyone has their own life; as long as they're living well, that's what matters most.
Therefore, Nangong Shulan was thinking about whether their business might have good developments in the future. If so, they could expand into other areas, which would mean spending time together with her daughter again.
"Mom, I understand. You both take care of yourselves." Qin Xue feared that continuing the conversation would only make her more upset.
"Alright, let's not talk about it anymore, or the kids will miss the train." The old man was also reluctant to see them leave, but being older, he had come to accept it. There is no such thing as a never-ending feast; coming together and parting ways is as normal as anything else could be.
