Lu Jiahe came to a realization; his grandmother's death did affect him.
"If Grandma were here, would you still dare to send me away? Without her protection, you show your true colors, eager to push me out to fulfill your desires."
Lu Mingxun received a call from Lu Chenyuan; he glanced at Lu Jiahe, not wanting to say a word to him.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Only Gu Mingyue and her son, Lu Jiahe, were left.
Gu Mingyue was emotionless, having lost any familial affection for Lu Jiahe, regardless of having carried him for ten months.
"Tomorrow, I'll arrange for someone to pick you up. It doesn't matter where you are, you can't see anything anyway. It's all the same."
"I'm not leaving." Lu Mingxun reacted violently, finally something broke through his defenses, "Give me another chance. You're my mother, aren't you responsible for me since you gave birth to me? Why did you bring me into this world in the first place?"
