To Qiao Meixia, such emotions were completely alien. She had been raised in a brutal, cutthroat environment where maternal affection simply did not exist. In her world, love was a useless liability. Only power, survival instincts, and absolute competence mattered.
She genuinely could not comprehend why anyone would crave something as trivial as a mother's affection. After a moment of silence, she looked up at Jiang Suhan and answered with complete detachment.
"No... It has nothing to do with me. She can shower her affection on whoever she wants, as long as she stays out of my way and does not interfere with my life." Qiao Meixia stated.
Listening to her matter-of-fact answer, Jiang Suhan clenched his jaw tightly, a wave of profound sorrow washing over him.
