"That's all, you can leave now," said Mo Xiao forcefully, "Don't come here again in the future if there's nothing important."
"Azhe, no matter how many mistakes a mother like me made, after all, I am the one who gave birth and raised you. You can't treat me like this for just one woman," Zhou Qi wiped her tears, choking on her words.
Beside her, Ning Feng and Xing Sen watched Zhou Qi's tearful face, not showing a trace of sympathy.
Sympathy, after all, shouldn't be given away recklessly.
It has to be given to the right person.
Mo Xiao looked at her with a cold stare, "If you were not my mother, do you think you could still be standing here right now?"
Confronted with the coldness in his eyes, Zhou Qi's heart trembled.
"I…" she started.
"Xing Sen, move the luggage to the car," he commanded.
"Yes."
"Azhe, where are you going?" Zhou Qi watched as Xing Sen carried the suitcase, clutching his arm anxiously, "Tell me, where are you going?"
