"...Ha..." Ling Siyao suddenly sneered at Xiao Jinqiao, lifting his thin lips: "Are you trying to repeat the same trick again? Trying every means to push me to the President's position, to remove all obstacles in my way. Mom, are you giving me freedom now? Do you know, if it weren't for your obstruction back then, my child might already be in elementary school!"
The man almost shouted out his final words, his deep, solemn eyes stained with a pain that doesn't belong to him, like a wounded lone wolf, making a rare accusation of his scars.
"Ling Siyao!" Xiao Jinqiao's face instantly turned a mix of blue and red, as if painted with grease paint, transforming in various ways.
Events from years ago were brought up again, still bloody.
She slowly reached out a hand, wanting to grasp Mr. President, the man she pushed towards what she thought was the best outcome, but he coldly snorted, no longer reacted, and turned to walk upstairs.
