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Song Jia's pear blossom-like face was tear-stained, her complexion pale and filled with unspeakable sorrow as she watched Ji Zhuoyuan hysterically screaming.
She had only one son, Ji Yunlin, whom she cherished and protected every day as if he were the most fragile treasure, pouring all her heart into him. But now, Ji Yunlin's life hung by a thread.
This made Song Jia's heart brim with an unspeakable hatred and a desire to kill.
Whoever it was, she vowed to find the person behind this and kill them, for nothing else would quell the hatred in her heart.
Now, seeing her man, Ji Zhuoyuan, finally arriving, Song Jia found an outlet for her anguish and began to scream madly, like a lunatic.
However, it was only natural for Song Jia to react this way; any mother would be unable to bear seeing her son in such a state and would crave vengeance. That Song Jia had waited patiently for Ji Zhuoyuan to come was already an immense feat of self-control.
