Zhao Mengjin raised an eyebrow: "Is there a problem?"
"Of course there is. Does my son know about this? If he does know and did it knowingly, it's another matter. If not, you're deceiving and hurting him."
"Do you genuinely care about him now? He's not your biological son. Don't forget, when you found out that your biological son wasn't dead, you stopped considering him your son, right in front of him."
Zhao Mengjin clearly remembered that scene from three years ago, and the direct consequences it brought. In fact, she still couldn't understand Ou Yanan's actions to this day. If it were her, she would have thrown this woman into the river to fend for herself.
Ou Chunhua raised her head, her sharp gaze sweeping across the other's expression: "That's why I say you don't understand him or that man. Don't think you know so much. You're far from it."
