"Peng'er, no matter what you've found out, you can't disregard yourself. Is this lowly girl really worth your constant vigilance?" Mrs. Jing still didn't understand her son's words.
"Mom, you'd better watch your words. She's way cleaner than you. At least she only had one man, me, while you, I don't know how many you've had. Comparing you two, who do you think is cleaner?" Jing Peng laughed sarcastically at his mother—a woman who had had who knows how many men had the nerve to judge others.
He now regretfully believed that being her son was his misfortune. He felt dirtied, unsure what kind of creature he was borne from.
"What? She's carrying your child? But you're siblings, how could you…" Mrs. Jing couldn't believe what she was hearing.
