"You…" Zhou Yunmeng didn't expect her son to say this. After being stunned for a moment, she suddenly smiled. "You've really grown up." She paused for a moment. "I know I've let you down, but I really love you. Please… don't hate me…" With that, she stood up and put down the microphone. She placed her hand on the glass and stared intently at the young man outside, smiling with tears in her eyes.
Han Pengcheng wanted to say something, but the other party had already turned around and left.
Han Pengcheng looked at Zhou Yunmeng's back and sighed slightly. "I won't hate you. After all, you gave me life and cared for me for more than ten years. You… will always be my mother."
He didn't know if Zhou Yunmeng heard him. She turned around and looked back at him at the door, then waved her hand and walked out.
Han Pengcheng's tears fell without warning.
