Looking at her submissive demeanor, Gu Yan grew even angrier: "What are you doing?"
"Picking up the pieces. You've never liked wearing shoes indoors since you were a child and prefer walking barefoot. These shards must be cleaned up thoroughly, or you'll get cut, ah..." Distracted, Mrs. Gu's hand was sliced open by a shard, blood gushing out.
Gu Yan was stunned; she had remembered all along.
Seeing the blood on her hand, his heart tightened, yet he turned away, with a sarcastic cold smile.
"Is this a pity show? Unfortunately, I've always been cold-hearted, don't think I'll fall for it. You're not my mother, so I won't feel heartache for you."
Mrs. Gu covered her bleeding finger and gave a bitter smile: "Even if I didn't give birth to you, I've raised you since childhood. Do you think these two decades of affection were all fake, just me putting on an act?"
"Is it true? Did you really treat me as your son?"
