"Don't contact him anymore,"
"He is already an adult," Chu Liangxia said coolly as she looked at her, "He has the freedom to choose whom to interact with."
The word "freedom" seemed to have struck a nerve in Lang Xiyuan, and she became agitated all of a sudden, "I said no means no!"
"Do you want to turn him into a puppet?" Chu Liangxia didn't back down; she took a step forward, staring into Lang Xiyuan's emotionally turbulent eyes, and enunciated each word, "He is your son, you've controlled him for so many years, it should be enough. You know very well that he can't always walk step by step according to your thoughts, your planned script, you will lose control of him one day. Mom..."
Chu Liangxia's voice was hoarse, and she paused for a moment, "Lang Xiyuan, when the day comes that you are no longer here, when you can no longer control him, are you also going to take him away with you?"
Lang Xiyuan's figure halted, and her expression showed a momentary loss of composure.
