Standing in the office, Meng Chi looked at the place he hadn't stepped into since his mother passed away. His gaze fell on the mahogany desk, and he imagined his mother playing with him there, with that man he called father smiling lovingly.
Suddenly, everything changed, and everything shattered after his mother's death.
If Meng Chi retained any memories of his childhood, he didn't know how much he had left. But he would never forget returning home to an eerily quiet house and finding his mother lying in the bathroom, covered in blood.
Back then, Meng Chi thought he only had his father left, but reality gave him a harsh slap.
Less than a week had passed before Meng Liangxian returned with the current Madam Meng, and in Madam Meng's hand was a boy not much younger than himself.
From that moment, Meng Chi knew he was alone in this world...
His gaze suddenly stopped at a photo frame beside the computer. Meng Chi paused and then walked towards it.
