Watching Zhan Mingyan and Lu Hui leave, Bai Jue pulled out a chair and sat down opposite her.
"Why did you leave M Country and come to Beijing?"
The cold voice, estranged and unfamiliar.
Fang Xue's hands on her knees tensed and clenched tightly, "Bai Jue, no matter what, I am still your mother, aren't I? You got married, so as your mother, I should be here to attend, shouldn't I?"
"Mother?"
Bai Jue's laugh was filled with sarcasm.
The next second, his gaze sharpened as he swept it toward her, "Do you really think you deserve that title?"
"I…" Confronted with his deep black eyes, Fang Xue choked up.
"Which mother would abandon her family for another man, and which mother would hold a dagger to her own son?" Bai Jue's voice dropped low, coldly saying, "Don't profane those words, you truly don't deserve them."
Fang Xue turned deathly pale, but couldn't find the words to refute him.
Because everything he said was true.
