Bai Yuan looked at He Linze in disbelief.
She was utterly speechless.
Even her crying had ceased.
She knew that He Linze and He Zhiyao, the father and son, fought against each other fiercely, but she had never believed that He Linze truly didn't care about his son, He Zhiyao.
She had thought that it was just because He Linze was a little cold and not very good at expressing paternal affection, yet deep down, he still cared about He Zhiyao.
After all, He Zhiyao was his child with Xu Enyu.
He loved Xu Enyu so much.
How could he possibly not care at all?
Yet it was not until this moment that she finally realized; she might have really thought too much.
If there was anything in this world that could truly touch He Linze, it was probably only Xu Enyu.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone mad after Xu Enyu died, doing such outrageous things.
When Xu Enyu was alive, He Linze had still been that untouchable young master of the He family.
Resplendent.
