I thought that they were your biological parents after all, and no matter how much you argued with them, they were still family connected by blood, so I didn't have the heart to bring it up with you.

Jiang Qiaoqiao held Lin Xiaohui's hand tightly. "Mom, I'm no longer family with them. From now on, only you will be my family."

Although Jiang Jiahua and Jiang Yong'an have not yet been sentenced, their case has already made it into today's newspapers.

Huo Beixiao went to the commune early in the morning to buy today's newspaper.

When Jiang Qiaoqiao went to pay respects at Yang Minghui's grave, she burned the newspaper for him, saying, "Dad, I'm sorry, Qiaoqiao couldn't protect you..."

A gentle breeze blew by, and the flames of the burning newspapers and yellow paper in front of the grave leaped high.

With tears in her eyes, Lin Xiaohui smiled and said, "Qiaoqiao, don't say things like that. Look how well the fire is burning; it means your dad is happy!"

Jiang Qiaoqiao smiled, suppressing all the guilt and sorrow in her heart, and added new soil to Yang Minghui's grave.

Yang Minghui's grave is located halfway up the mountain. From the grave, one can see the duck farm at the foot of the mountain.

The ducklings at the duck farm have been raised for a month and are now half-grown.

Now the ducks have been released into the pond to play in the water.

When Jiang Qiaoqiao and her group arrived at the foot of the mountain, several aunties who worked at the duck farm immediately greeted them warmly.

"Qiaoqiao, are you going back to the city?"

"Qiaoqiao, I heard from your brother that our duck farm is going to be expanded. When will it be expanded?"

After someone asked this question that everyone was concerned about, everyone quickly stretched out their ears to listen to Jiang Qiaoqiao's answer.

Jiang Qiaoqiao was no longer as downcast as yesterday, and replied with a smile, "Auntie, don't worry, we will definitely expand the scale of our duck farm. But I'll discuss the specific timing with my brother first."