"Hubby~ I was just stirring things up a little, about your relationship with your mother~"
The little woman's coquettish words rang out; to others it just sounded like she was acting cute, but Li Yan could hear a hint of anger in them.
Li Yan didn't know why, but he went along with it and said, "There isn't!"
What makes someone a son, what makes someone a mother!
The one who gives birth is a mother! The one who raises you is a mother!
Gong Qingwan neither gave birth to him nor raised him, and has always wanted to harm him—on what grounds should she be Li Yan's mother.
Even Zhang Ma-shi, all the way in the East District, has more right to that title than Gong Qingwan.
What's more, Gong Qingwan is someone who's wishing for Li Yan to hurry up and die! A person like that, be his mother? What a joke!
Li Yan's "there isn't"! Those two words fell to the floor like a vicious slap, harshly landing across Liu Meifei's face.
