But her expression was already arrogant. Xu Yun came here because she couldn't stand Bao Ye's aloofness.
After all, she was Bao Ye's biological mother.
"I had someone cook bird's nest soup for you. You should have some while it's hot," Xu Yun said particularly gently, coming down from the stairs.
Wearing silk loungewear, with her long hair let down, her serene looks gave the illusion that she was gentle and easy to get along with.
However, Bao Ye didn't buy it at all.
His fist hung by his side, clenched, with dark eyes like blades staring at her, coldly and expressionlessly questioning, "Who told you to move in?"
Xu Yun: "I am your mother."
"You are my biological son. Can't I move in and live with you?"
She sounded quite justified.
Bao Ye's lips twisted with sarcasm: "Mother? Do you even deserve to say those two words?"
"From childhood to adulthood, when have you ever cared if I lived or died? And now you know you're a mother?"
