He spoke so calmly that Yan Xiaye was left speechless.
Following behind, Yan Shuirou's face turned slightly pale. She couldn't believe Yan Xiaye really came to negotiate with Li Beicheng, and Li Beicheng's attitude left her at a loss, nearly causing her to drop the tray in her panic.
With a complicated expression, Yan Xiaye glanced at Yan Shuirou, who was frozen in place, the mockery in her eyes unmistakable. She patiently said to Li Beicheng, "Whether or not you have feelings for Yan Shuirou anymore, she is still Ya'er's mother. Even considering just that, I believe we can still discuss our deal."
Li Beicheng smiled slowly, his slender fingers gently tapping on the armrest of the wheelchair. "Ya'er is still in a coma, and after such a long time, the doctors' opinions are clear. We all think Ya'er is unlikely to wake up. What meaning does it have for her to hold a title of a mother that doesn't live up to it?"
Yan Xiaye was momentarily speechless.
