Seeing this, Zhou Yunmei reached out to grab Luo Zhiyong, "Zhiyong, your dad listens to you the most. Help me beg your dad, I promise, I won't cause you trouble anymore, and I will never make the same mistake again."
Luo Zhiyong didn't immediately shake off Zhou Yunmei's hand. Instead, he slightly curled his lips, looking at Zhou Yunmei with a somewhat cold expression, and spoke in a faint tone, "Mom, if you knew it would come to this, why did you still make so many mistakes? Didn't you think, when you were drugging the food, that my dad is getting old, and anything could have happened to him?"
After a pause, Luo Zhiyong continued to ask, "Also, when you took Xu He to find me, didn't you ever consider that you might lose your son?"
"..." Zhou Yunmei was at a loss for words, unable to respond to Luo Zhiyong's accusations; indeed, she had no reason or face to seek Luo Zhiyong's help.
She let go of Luo Zhiyong's hand slowly by herself.
