An Jiancheng hurriedly brought a few paper bags from the back seat. "These are what I had someone buy for you, your mom should like them."
An Ning opened one and saw clothes and shoes.
Brand new.
An Ning sneered. "They aren't just things your wife bought and didn't like, so you're re-gifting them to my mom, are they?"
"How could that be?" An Jiancheng said, shame and annoyance in his voice.
An Ning didn't refuse the items any further. Wasn't it a good thing that someone was buying these for her?
"Why did you buy these things for my mom?" An Ning asked.
"Your mom has just recovered from a serious illness, and even though we are divorced, she did bear me two children after all. It's just your brother..." As he spoke about his son, tears welled up in An Jiancheng's eyes.
Actually, if An Xu hadn't died young, he wouldn't have divorced so abruptly during that time.
It was too big a blow for him.
