Meng Sihan's eyes, bright as stars, shimmered with a cold luminescence beneath his sword-shaped eyebrows. His heart chilled at his mother's words.
"Uncle Ma said he's not available."
Xu Ming gazed at her tall and elegant son, her eyes gradually turning gloomy, "Heh, indeed, the two of us together probably can't compare to a single brick or tile in that house."
Meng Sihan's black eyes flickered slightly; he had heard these words more than ten times.
"Mom, it's late. You should go to rest," Meng Sihan said, stepping forward towards his frail and thin mother.
"Go away..."
As Meng Sihan reached out to support her, Xu Ming reflexively swatted his hand away harshly.
His high-set brows carried a trace of coldness, yet upon seeing his mother's timorous expression, a sliver of hope flitted through his heart.
"Mom..." Though his mother's words were hurtful, he always consoled himself with what the doctor had said.
