Every time I used to hide behind the curtain and secretly watch Yuntian's happiness, now it has all turned into torment.
La Ting gritted her teeth, picked up the vase on the table beside her, and smashed it hard onto the ground.
Although Po Xiaoyan didn't fully believe her words now, Yuntian is her only son, and no mother can tolerate her son being treated by another woman like this.
Even if she doesn't believe it now, the seed of doubt has at least been planted in her heart.
As long as there is doubt and estrangement, she will have a chance.
She glared hatefully at the back of Xia Tianxing on the opposite side and reached out to tightly pull the curtain shut.
In Yuntian's bedroom across the way, Xia Tianxing inexplicably felt a chill on her back and turned to look at the balcony.
Through the glass door of the balcony, she just happened to see the house opposite, with the curtains tightly drawn, warm light shining through, positioned directly opposite Yuntian's room.
