Han Yichen pursed his lips. He wanted to tell his mother that he did not want to get married to Meng Yunhan either, but he had no other choice. Back then, the village chief and the rest of the villagers caught them together. If he hadn't married Meng Yunhan back then, he would have been shot to death. So he had no other choice but to agree to marry her. What was more, as a man with values, he just could not think about abandoning her.
"Mom, please don't bring this matter up. It's in the past, and there is no point in discussing these matters," said Han Yichen with a sigh. He then glanced at the scrambled eggs that were laid out in front of him and his children and sighed. "Ah Yong, go and bring some meat buns. I don't think that this little scrambled egg will be enough to fill our stomachs."
