"Ah..." Leng Minyang let out a sigh, gazing at the receding figure of his son, his aged face filled with remorse and pain. The ones he had wronged in this life were not only Chenxuan's mother but another woman as well.
After seeing his father, Leng Chenxuan's heart grew even more irritable. Over the years, he had refused to live at the Leng Residence, attributing it to being busy with work, but also due to the hatred for his father.
Yes, hatred. He didn't blame his father for being preoccupied with Leng's affairs in his early years and hardly disciplining him and his siblings; he even had a slight respect for his father's ability to single-handedly uphold the Leng Empire.
But this father, shining like the midday sun, had let his mother wilt away like the last blooms of autumn. What he would always remember was the sorrowful, tear-stained face of his mother.
