Everything his mother had told him, the so-called Chen Qingzhi climbing into his bed, was a lie.
Ever since Zhan mo found out about the existence of Chen Qing and her mother, his disdain and contempt for them had turned into heavy slaps on his face.
For the first time, the bloodline, family background, and identity that he was so proud of made him feel deeply ashamed.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Duan xiuhui could not find any words to refute her son's merciless revelation.
It wasn't that she didn't have any other way to explain, but she couldn't face her son's questioning, cold, and angry eyes.
Duan xiuhui had been educating Zhan mo with an elite education since he was young. In order to make Zhan mo proud of his identity and family status, she would never let her son know about those dirty things.
Even though Zhan mo had been taught to be arrogant and cold, he was a very proud person in his bones.
