Feng Wei found it hard to understand. "Mom, why have you suddenly become so heartless? Is it because of that woman just now? You're treating her like your own daughter, but she must be after your status and our family's wealth! Mom, please don't let yourself be deceived!"
"You should worry about yourself," Feng Mo lounged elegantly on the sofa, every movement noble and graceful. "You owe quite a bit of money, but after following Mei Cheng for so many years, surely you've saved up something?"
Facing her mother's questioning, Feng Wei felt utterly ashamed.
When she insisted on marrying Mei Cheng, she never imagined that after all these years, she would end up penniless and drowning in debt.
Wasn't this her retribution?
"Mom, I truly know I was wrong." Feng Wei knelt before her, tears streaming down uncontrollably, breathless with sobs.
Any mother might have softened at this scene, but Feng Mo was seemingly gentle yet stubborn in character.
