"My good mother. After being the high and mighty Mrs. Xu for so many years, have you really forgotten your own background? You may have forgotten, but I haven't. I believe Xu Xin hasn't forgotten either."
The young man's thin lips curled up in ridicule.
"I may have to disappoint you, Xu family ... I've never thought of inheriting it. "
Just as he finished speaking.
Liao huiru was so angry that she raised her hand and wanted to slap him, but Fu Shang held her wrist and she could not move.
She raised her head and met the young man's dark and cold eyes, which were filled with a faint disgust.
His gaze was so cold that it made Liao huiru's heart turn cold.
"What's wrong? Mother doesn't want to maintain her image as a noble lady now?"
The young man said sarcastically.
