Half a year later, Dad's factory expanded and moved to a bigger place, so we moved to a new home.

Mom occasionally went back to the old neighborhood to chat with the old neighbors, and she brought back some news about Zhou Moyu.

I heard that she came back to our old house looking for us and went crazy when she found out that the owner wouldn't open the door. Despite the neighbors' persuasion, she sat on the ground, crying and making a scene. At first, she blamed us for being heartless, but in the end, she started cursing her husband and mother-in-law.

I don't know if she just wanted to vent her emotions through this opportunity.

After venting, a man, trembling with fear, found her and forcibly took her away.

From the neighbors' descriptions, that man was Zhao Yang.

Mom held my hand.

"My dear, I can't imagine how much I would worry if you went through such a life."

I squeezed her hand and reassured her.

"Don't worry, I won't."

I secretly rejoiced that we moved, otherwise she would have started pestering our family again.

She chose this path herself.

Although I sympathize, I can't lend a helping hand.

Because I know she's like a leech. Once she smells the slightest scent of blood, she'll stick to it and won't let go.

My parents are kind-hearted and compassionate people. They can't bring themselves to refuse, and they'll be sucked dry without any boundaries.

I blocked Zhou Moyu's phone number and secretly blocked her contact information on my parents' phones.

Such an ungrateful person.

Helping her once is enough.

(The End)