"Shut up, you don't get to speak here," Bai Jue said.
"Bai Jue, do I really need to kneel before you for you to forgive me?" Fang Xue asked tearfully.
To Bai Jue, her display of self-pity was nothing but a trivial trick. "Do you want to leave on your own, or should I have someone escort you out?"
Seeing his firm stance, Fang Xue hardened her heart and fell to her knees with a thud. "Bai Jue, I know I've done many wrong things, and I've let your father down. But all these years, I have been reflecting. Can't you give me a chance to make amends to you as a mother?"
Watching her tears, Bai Jue only felt they were fake. He took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, "Send someone over here, and remember to bring a new set of sofas and a carpet."
Hearing his words, Lena and Fang Xue's faces showed embarrassment.
Just because they stood on this carpet and sat on this sofa, he was extravagantly insisting on replacing everything.
