In the living room outside.
Zhou Mei clung to Wang Shuyun's hand, a mix of snot and tears, "Sister-in-law, although Yunhai hasn't been close to you since he was little, I know there's no mother who doesn't care for her child?"
A knife plunged directly into Wang Shuyun's heart.
"It doesn't matter if Yunhai doesn't wake up, you still have our Yun Feng." Zhou Mei continued.
Mothers, really?
The second knife went in.
What does she mean it doesn't matter? What the hell does Yang Yunfeng mean to her?
Wang Shuyun tried hard to shake off Zhou Mei's claws, but the other party held on too tightly and talked with such enthusiasm. How could she not feel the years of resentment if she didn't trample on her a few times?
What's infuriating is that she was dealing with some family matters away from Capital City during this time. If she had returned earlier, seeing Wang Shuyun's worry-stricken face would have been so satisfying for several days.
