"I'm sorry, Mr. Feng…"
Before Qiao Ruoxi could finish her words, Feng Yunan took two steps forward, his tall figure completely enveloping her. He looked down at her, his voice extremely cold.
"You're the one who orchestrated all of this. Not only are you sinister, but you're also very scheming. You know how to use a child as a weapon. You want to marry a rich man because of your son?"
His sarcasm hurt her heart.
'He said I was staging the act by myself?'
'Scheming?'
'Deeply scheming?'
How could she explain it?
Qiao Ruoxi could not defend herself. If he did not believe her, she would not be able to explain herself no matter how she tried.
She sighed and said, "I've never thought of using my child as a weapon. A mother marrying into a rich family through her son is not what I'm after. If there's anything I want you to misunderstand, I can leave now and not disturb your life anymore."
