Qiao Mo lowered her eyes slightly, hiding a trace of heartache beneath them.
A few seconds later, she couldn't help but speak again: "And what about Qiqi? Even though you stole him from me back then, regardless of everything, you ultimately raised him for three years, watching a child go from stumbling steps to being smart and sensible now—do you not have a shred of remorse?"
At the mention of Qiqi, Yu Qianxun seemed a bit dazed, her eyes slightly wet.
A few seconds later, she sneered lightly: "Remorse? Why would I feel remorse for the child of my enemy?"
"When I stole him from you back then, it was to make you suffer! I wanted to see you living in pain, to watch you and Fu Nancheng be tormented! You're all birds of a feather, you all deserve to be punished!" Yu Qianxun's eyes were blood-red, resembling a madwoman.
