"The judge is in charge. Go forward. Don't look back. Go out and be a good person."

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The iron gate of the prison was opened.

Su Qinghuan was wearing a white shirt and a pair of jeans on the day of her sentence. On her feet was a pair of casual shoes that were white to the point of turning yellow.

There was no joy of being released from prison on his thin face, and his expression was indifferent.

Early autumn.

The wind was a little cold.

She crossed her arms and did not look back at the place where she had lived for five years.

"Huanhuan!"

Su Qinghuan stopped and looked at the middle-aged man in front of her, whose eyes were slightly red with joy.

He looked gentle and kind.

That person was her father.

Su Huai came over and looked her up and down excitedly. He said in a choked voice, "You've lost weight."

Compared with her father's tearful eyes, Su Qinghuan was too indifferent.

"I want to see my mom."

Su Huai was stunned for a moment, and there was a flash of panic in his eyes. He took the bag from her hand.

"Huanhuan, you've just been released from prison. Go home and pack up first. After you've recovered in two days, go and see her. If she sees how thin you are now, she will definitely feel sorry for you."

Su Qinghuan frowned slightly. "Okay."

Seeing that she still listened to him like this, Su Huai finally felt relieved.

...

An hour later.

The car stopped in a three-story villa.

As soon as she got out of the car, the beautiful woman brought out the fire and said, "Huanhuan, quickly cross this brazier. Once you cross the brazier, there will be no more bad luck."

Su Qinghuan looked at the brazier and the mother and daughter beside it.

She stepped over the brazier with no expression on her face.

Seeing this, Yang Hui quickly took the willow branch, dipped it in water, and circled around her, murmuring.

The cold water fell on her skin and gave her goosebumps.

"All right, all right, let's go in."

Yang Hui breathed a deep sigh of relief, put down her things, and went to hold Su Qinghuan's hand.

The collision shocked Su Qinghuan so much that he retracted his head.

"What's wrong?" Yang Hui looked at her in confusion.

Su Qinghuan shook his head. "I'm not used to being touched."

"Who else? I'm your aunt."

"Don't be so loud. Huanhuan just came back and asked her to go back to her room to rest." Su Huai came in. "Rui'er, have you cleaned up your sister's room?"

Yang Rui nodded. "I've packed up."

Huanhuan, go upstairs with Rui'er. I know you've been released from prison. Rui'er and your aunt have already cleaned up the room for you.

Su Qinghuan looked at them. Although there were some things that were not confirmed, he knew very well.

Yang Rui took her upstairs and observed her expression. There was no difference at all.

"Sister, look, this is what you used to like. I bought pink curtains and sheets with my mother."

Su Qinghuan took a look and said, "It's changed."

"Hmm?" Yang Rui was confused.

"I said, it's changed."

Yang Rui frowned. "Didn't you like pink the most before?"

"That was in the past."

Su Qinghuan turned and walked out of the room.

An unpleasant look instantly appeared in Yang Rui's eyes, but she finally held it back.

...

It was lunchtime.

"Huanhuan, eat more. These dishes were specially prepared for you by your aunt." Su Huai was particularly attentive.

He served her some food and soup.

Su Qinghuan looked at the dishes in the bowl and said, "What's the matter? Just say it."

The three people with smiles on their faces froze in an instant.

Yang Hui winked at Su Huai.

Yang Rui lowered her head and poked the rice in the bowl.

Su Huai pursed his lips and carefully organized his words. "Well, Huanhuan, it's like this. Dad has some problems with the company recently and needs a sum of money. As long as the company is well, I can give your mom the best medical conditions."

As he spoke, he looked at Su Qinghuan.

"There will be a drinking party tonight. Can you go there on behalf of Dad?" Su Huai asked carefully, but he had already made a decision in his heart.

No wonder he would pick her up.

Su Qinghuan looked at him calmly. "To drink or sleep?"