"Luoxi!" Fu Xuan called out sharply, "how long are you going to keep running away? Do you plan to never acknowledge me in your life?"
Yan Luoxi's heart felt as though it had been fiercely pricked by a needle, with a dense pain spreading out. She looked at her reflection in the dark glass and replied coldly, "Do you think anyone would willingly acknowledge a mother who is a human trafficker with no misdeed undone?"
"Do you have to hurt me this much for you to feel good?" Fu Xuan's weakened voice came through.
Yan Luoxi gazed at the cruel smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth and said, "Then when you were hurting others, did you ever consider how their families would feel?"
"Luoxi..."
"Don't call me. Just hearing your voice makes me feel sick, let alone having to see your ugly face." Yan Luoxi fiercely threw the phone, smashing it against the glass, where it bounced onto the floor, shattering into pieces.
