Before Murong Yunyan could finish her roar, Han Ziye interrupted her.
"Enough, don't test my patience any longer, or I won't know what I'll end up doing. Just what role are you playing in my affairs? Mother? Do you even deserve it?"
Han Ziye's question, "Do you even deserve it," drained all color from Murong Yunyan's face, and she staggered back two steps, looking hurt as she gazed at Han Ziye's mocking face.
Murong Yunyan opened her mouth, originally wanting to say something to Han Ziye, but Han Ziye merely shot her a look of extreme disgust, then turned around, his body moving with an eerie swiftness, disappearing before Murong Yunyan.
"Yeye..."
Murong Yunyan felt as if her heart was about to be torn apart.
She was unwilling, she couldn't accept this outcome, that was her son, after all, hadn't she done all this for his good?
But why couldn't Yeye understand her?
