Mother Nian's smile froze as she curled her fingers on the table.
"I don't want to be your decision-maker. I just feel that when you married Qing Qing, she didn't know it herself. Now that she's awake, she should have the right to choose between you and not be with you."
"I didn't know my mother would be so kind as to care if others had the right to choose."
When the cold mockery fell, her smile was no longer as bright.
Her smile seemed to be just polite to maintain her gentle and warm persona.
She reminded him calmly, "Lie'er, I'm your mother."
The corner of her lips lifted slightly as the cold aura around her became stronger.
"You should be thankful that you're still my mother."
Mother Nian's smile finally disappeared.
The gentle facade faded away. That simple and elegant face revealed indifference and dignity. "Nian Lie, you know you should divorce her."
"What do you mean by should?"
