Xia Yi's mouth was covered, unable to speak, only able to make muffled noises.
Tears continuously flowed from his eyes, he must have felt utterly helpless.
"Isn't he the one you raised? Can you really not care?" Ye Ranran softly persuaded.
"Why should I care about someone else's bastard?" Huo Yi's father was particularly agitated.
Someone else's seed, he had raised for over a decade, treasured like a jewel, and yet, in the end, because he betrayed his family, deserted his wife and child, how ridiculous it was.
His existence, it was like an enlarged joke to him; thus, he couldn't tolerate him.
"This child, Xia Qing said he was born from her and her comrade who died in battle. Even if he is not your biological child, he was someone you knew, perhaps even someone who risked his life for you. Raising this child could be seen as repaying that person," Ye Ranran's voice was gentle and soothing, particularly melodious.
