Wang Yue felt helpless. Su Quan was an elder, and even his mother had to address her as "auntie." When she called his father a bastard, he could only listen to it without being able to do anything about it.
Moreover, Wang Yue agreed with what she said, because he also thought that his father wasn't worthy of his mother.
But it didn't matter; he was still there.
So, he said with a smile, "But because of that, she has me, the best son in the world. Don't worry, Auntie. With me around, my mother will be happy and content from now on. I will make up for all the thirty years she lost and make her the happiest mother and the happiest woman in the world."
To Su Quan, these words were a source of comfort. She thought that Yan Er had a good son. As for Wang Yue calling himself the best son in the world, Su Quan didn't think that was an exaggeration.
After all, he was a fifteen-year-old expert in the Gui Zhen realm, and just based on his skills, he was indeed the best.
