"So what?"
Tan Yaohua sneered, "At least I'm stronger than you now. At least you can't do anything to me and can only win with words!"
Tan Jincheng's expression changed instantly.
This was indeed the truth.
Tan Jincheng never expected Tan Yaohua to admit it so indifferently.
For the last time, Tan Jincheng gave up completely.
He understood better than anyone that the reason Tan Yaohua could admit these things so calmly was fundamentally because he didn't care at all about Han Min, Tan Jincheng's mother, or Tan Jincheng, his son.
To Tan Yaohua, their mother and son had no significance.
So... Tan Yaohua was able to be completely indifferent, to remain untouched despite Tan Jincheng's sarcasm.
So this is it!
Tan Jincheng understood, fully understood.
Seeing so clearly, he finally let go completely of that last sliver of hope in his heart.
Indeed, some things are better said clearly.
