Young Master Huang compared the malicious mother before his eyes with the mother from his previous life who advised him and loved him, how could they be the same person?
Clearly, they were the same person, the mother who gave birth to him.
As a baby with the soul of a youth, he couldn't speak nor cry.
He could only endure.
This endurance was reflected in his gaze, revealing an expression not typical of a baby.
"You worthless waste, how could I give birth to such a useless waste like you?"
Madam Huang's curses were met with silence from the wet nurse and maids, who didn't dare to utter a sound, much less try to dissuade her.
Fearing Madam Huang might sell them off in a fit of anger.
During this time, being close to Madam Huang, they were fully aware of her gentle yet malicious heart.
The same baby, Young Master Huang was the contrast.
Luo Baojun was the third wheel in his parents' world.
He could only cultivate alone in a certain room.
