Song Yuan grew more and more heartbroken as she thought about it. Just the slight touch of that possibility made her feel unbearably sad, and she cried harder and harder while throwing herself into Mrs. Song's arms.
Mrs. Song didn't know how to comfort her. It was best to let her vent at this time. After the crying slowly subsided, she said, "Alright, it's not a big deal. Men always disregard these little squabbles between women, so don't think of things too extremely."
"Is there a way to fix this?"
Mrs. Song gritted her teeth, "Yes! In a couple of days, I'll figure out a way to get you into the Bo Residence!"
Song Yuan's eyes lit up, and she repeatedly asked if it was true. Getting a confirmed answer, she felt her heart almost float away. She stopped crying, haphazardly wiped away her tears, and began to tidy up her appearance.
