Ning Xueling stood there with her mouth half open, watching as the silhouettes of the brother and sister disappeared into the crowd, her gaze still not returning.
She stood there, dazed, an emotional tempest raging within her. Ever since her divorce from Luo Haotian, not one of the five children had given her a second thought, not a single one had called to ask if she was doing well.
They were truly heartless; it was as if she had raised them in vain. And when she thought about her own life now, it was incredibly frustrating.
She had come here today to accompany a friend to pick someone up, but she never expected to encounter her children here. She had never imagined that her son, who had been in a wheelchair for twenty years, could actually walk now. Why were the siblings here today?
