"Do you think I care about any of that? I just wanted to make fun of you, that's all. Bye, now."
Meng Ling hung up before Yang Ming could say anything else. He could only growl at his phone and stamp his feet in frustration.
He sneered into the distance. He knew that he would never come in contact with Yao Ran again. There was no point, as she no longer held any value. Still, he wouldn't mind it if she still tried to call him and beg for his attention every once in a while.
Meanwhile, at the Yao residence…
Qin Man and Yao Yuan paid a visit to Yao Tang, and Qin Man had especially brought a fruit plate over.
"Here, Tangtang, we heard that you like cherries. These are the fresh ones from the market. Go ahead and try some, see if they are delicious."
Yao Tang swept a cold glance over them. "Haven't you already disowned me? You said that you are not my mother. Why are you doing this now?"
