Pan Bi's lips, already slightly trembling, shook uncontrollably more after her son's words.
"Son... Mom really knows she was wrong this time... Think about it... how much Mom has loved you..."
After watching her for a long time, Wei Liao suppressed the entanglement in his heart and spoke slowly.
"Go back, and don't come again."
Pan Bi swayed, wanted to say something but ultimately remained silent, glanced at him, then at the woman in his arms, and slowly turned to walk outside.
Unexpectedly, Wei Liao's voice came from behind her again, suddenly and sternly.
"Also, leave the keys to my house."
Pausing mid-step, Pan Bi turned around; her tear-stained face was infinitely sorrowful, "You... Do you really not want your mother anymore?"
Looking at her son whom she had raised with her own hands, her voice couldn't help but become hoarse as the tears in her eyes seemed to charge forward as if competing to escape.
