Zhou Chenqing glared coldly at Wang Weihong, speaking slowly and deliberately: "Wang Weihong, for so many years, you've been treating the Zhou Family like fools, deceiving us. You've harmed my sister and my nephew. From now on, there shall be no peace between the Zhou Family and you!"
After speaking, he reached for Zhou Chenlan's wrist: "Lanlan, let's go, bring Hengzhi, we're going home!"
"No! I'm not leaving!" Zhou Chenlan shook off his hand and lunged at Wang Weihong: "I will kill him! I will kill him!"
Zhou Chenqing hurriedly held her back, "Lanlan, don't be impulsive, murder requires paying with one's life!"
"I'm not afraid of dying, I've lived long enough, even in death I will kill him!" Zhou Chenlan struggled desperately.
She was too bitter.
Too bitter.
All these years, no one knew how much she suffered.
Every time she saw her son have an episode, every time she saw her son being ridiculed and scorned, it hurt more than a knife to her heart.
