Because of his divorce from Duan Qingqing, he really didn't feel much pain.
Moreover, after the divorce, he hardly thought of Duan Qingqing again, instead, he kept remembering Nian Chengcheng.
Meng Xinian clenched his fists.
He wanted to yell at Meng Chaojun, "Come on, tell me, what did my mom do back then!"
However, reason told him that causing internal conflict in front of outsiders at this time was the dumbest thing to do. Yet, Meng Chaojun's words felt like a thorn stabbing into his heart.
"Ha, that's truly ridiculous. Why wouldn't Chenger trust you? So you still don't know, do you?" The elderly Nian chuckled as though she had heard something funny.
"Mom."
Nian Tang quietly reminded her, and she restrained herself.
"What should I know?" Meng Chaojun couldn't hold back any longer.
He was feeling waves of anger, and thinking about the woman who had been dead for twenty years, he found a twinge of pain in his heart, which only made him more furious and embarrassed.
