He was right; he had raised him for ten years. However, he never expected to raise a white-eyed wolf who, once grown and strong-winged, wanted to claim all that the Pei Family owned for himself.
He would absolutely never allow such a situation to arise.
The first heir to the Asia-Europe Group had to be his son, Pei Mojing!
Yet, due to an incident ten years ago, their father-son relationship had almost shattered—
"Xiaojing… can you forgive your dad?"
Pei Mojing pursed his lips tightly, gritted his teeth, paused for a moment, and then said coldly, "I can't!"
If it wasn't for him, if he hadn't conspired with that despicable friend of his mother's to secretly plot, his mother wouldn't have returned to England alone, suffered an illness, and permanently left this world. That year, he was only seventeen.
Pei Yucheng seemed to have anticipated such an answer. Although there was disappointment in his eyes, it wasn't deep; Pei Mojing's response was within his expectations.
