Tang Wenhui silently stared at Ye Jinwen.
With every word her son spoke, her heart was brutally chopped by a dull axe.
Endless pain.
Yet, there was no familial affection in Ye Jinwen's eyes, only interrogation.
"Do you have anything to do with Zero's parents' death?!"
After asking, Ye Jinwen's lips trembled.
He was terrified, afraid his mother would utter a result he couldn't handle.
If his parents were truly connected to the seniors' death, wouldn't he owe Ya Ling more and more, unable to repay?
After this, how could he face Ya Ling?
"Ha..."
Tang Wenhui chuckled, perhaps she gleaned something from her son's emotions, and as she laughed, her eyes reddened.
The heartache was real.
The empathy was real too.
"Ever since you were young, you protected her, always thinking about her. Even when relatives gave you a hundred yuan lucky money as a child, you tore it in half, giving her the larger piece." Tang Wenhui suddenly calmed down, reminiscing as if in a chat.
