"Do you know her?"
Qing Luo looked at Ling Chen with surprise. Seeing the expression on his face, she could easily guess that the woman in black before them had a significant relationship with Ling Chen. "Is she by any chance your sweetheart, or a close female friend of sorts?"
"She is my mother," Ling Chen suddenly responded.
The atmosphere abruptly went silent.
"Oh, so she's your mother," Qing Luo forced an awkward smile. "I thought you two looked alike. However, the way you look at her seems… off."
Usually, children look at their mothers with affection, but all Qing Luo could see in Ling Chen's eyes was hatred.
"She killed my father and almost killed me. Do you think I shouldn't hate her?" Ling Chen gritted his teeth.
