In an instant, Su Ying's eyes brimmed with hot tears. "You're not going to ask why I hurt him?"
"Do I even need to ask?" Ye Weixiang frowned, giving Su Ying a very doubtful look. "Are you stupid or what?"
"Xiangxiang." Su Ying lunged forward and pulled Ye Weixiang tightly into his arms. She trusted him—she trusted him!
Ye Weixiang pushed him away. "Keep your hands to yourself."
When she lifted her head and saw the shimmer of tears in his eyes, she froze for a second, and most of the strength in her hands drained away.
"Years ago, that bastard kidnapped me once already. It was right here in this place. Then he lied and said he was playing some game with me, and my mom believed him…" Su Ying said in anguish.
Ye Weixiang felt as if something had slammed hard into her heart.
What kind of mother is that? She actually didn't believe her own son and just kept propping up Hang Wen's arrogance. Must be a stepmother.
