Jiang Ruanxin felt complicated and uncomfortable.
How could there be such a heartless mother in this world?
Her heart ached even more for Bao Ye, having such a cold-hearted and emotionless mother; she wondered how he had managed all these years.
His father severed ties with the Bo family, and his mother is that kind of person.
Bao Ye is also pitiable.
What difference does it make for him from having no parents?
"I told her, but the madam simply doesn't believe it," the servant sighed, "The madam is just like that, and today is her day of worship. It's not that I don't want to help you, Miss Jiang, but if I speak for you, the madam would just send me off with you."
Jiang Ruan felt her last shred of hope utterly vanish.
She looked up; today's weather wasn't good, the sky was gloomy, but it was far from as dark as her mood was.
She looked at the servant, sincerely saying, "I understand, thank you."
"No need to thank me."
"You should get up."
