"Mother..." Ye Gaoshui was somewhat perplexed.
Mrs. Zhao kneeled on the ground with a thud, her knees likely reddening, but she felt nothing.
Her mind was filled with Mrs. He's words: drag this woman out, and never allow her to enter the gates of our Ye Family again.
How can this be?
Wenyu, that heartless boy, if the Ye Family also doesn't let her return, where else can she go?
The more she thought about it, the more flustered Mrs. Zhao became, looking at Mrs. He with longing, "Mother, you can't be so heartless, aren't you forcing me to die by doing this?"
Mrs. He sneered, "When you left alone, you didn't care whether our family would die."
Likewise, Ye Gaoshui was also startled, looking at Mrs. He in disbelief, excessive saliva in his mouth due to fear, "Mother, can't you just give Mrs. Zhao another chance?"
Knowing Mrs. He's temperament, Ye Gaoshui's words were spoken with little confidence.
