"Yan Xinxin, what kind of attitude is that?"
Yan Zhirou said indignantly.
"Why are you asking Mom about these old matters? Are you questioning what Mom did to that little thing?"
"Shut your mouth!"
Yan Xinxin turned her head sharply and glared at Yan Zhirou.
"Xi and Chun are your own nephews, but you keep calling them 'little things' and 'burdens.' People like you, even a dog would refuse to eat your conscience."
"You..."
"Enough! Stop arguing!"
Ye Lirong suddenly interrupted, her face serious.
"Xinxin, if you still want to acknowledge me as your mother, and your father as your father, then listen to me and cut ties with that Young Master Mo!"
"Mom, right now I just want to know about Chun. What happened to Chun's body at the time?"
"The hospital handled it. I don't know!"
Ye Lirong's gaze flickered as she dodged the question casually.
"Then the doctor back then..."
"Yan Xinxin, will you ever stop!"
Yan Zhirou impatiently interrupted.
