Ning Zesheng sneered, "Is my mother sitting here?"
He naturally knew who Ning Zhiyuan was referring to, but saying it like this, Mrs. Ning's face turned from green to white.
Back then, Ning Zhiyuan brought Ning Zesheng home, repeatedly saying this child was hers, and she was his mother.
No one in the Ning Family could mention Ning Zesheng's biological mother, yet after all these years, it was Ning Zhiyuan himself who brought it up, and right in front of Ning Zesheng, saying she wasn't his mother anymore?
Mrs. Ning's face was livid, indeed, always scheming for her son was the right move.
Ning Zhiyuan was momentarily embarrassed, finally slapping the table and leaving directly.
Only then did Ning Zesheng hold Qiao Anlu's hand to leave, "Mother, we'll be going now."
That word 'mother' was like a slap, directly hitting Mrs. Ning's face.
As they walked out, Qiao Anlu tightened her grip on his hand, "Ning Zesheng, did I do something wrong? If, if it's really not okay..."
