The air was filled with a quiet, peaceful atmosphere.
Mu Ye took a sip of his tea and looked at Li Chengyun across from him, asking coldly, "Why did Jingrong come looking for my mother?"
Li Chengyun played with the teacup in his hand and replied emotionlessly, "If you want to know, ask her yourself."
If he could easily ask Yu Jingrong, then why would he need to question him? Mu Ye put down his teacup forcefully on the side cabinet, making a loud clattering noise, "Sometimes, I truly feel that Heaven is very unfair to me. You have done her wrong and ruthlessly abandoned her, yet amazingly, she is still with you."
Li Chengyun: "..."
"You tell me, isn't it unfair to me? Why does Heaven treat me so cruelly?" Mu Ye needed to vent, and he didn't expect Li Chengyun to respond. Such a question was definitely not something that Li Chengyun could answer.
