"Mom, I haven't abandoned you."
Looking at Zhou Jin with a helpless expression, Mu Shengfeng softly said, "Mom, we want to be good to you, we haven't abandoned you. Now, it's you who are prejudiced, trying to push us away."
Saying this as gently as possible, Mu Shengfeng's gaze swept over those photos on the table, his eyes darkening a bit, "Did Lu Jingjing give you these photos?"
"Don't worry about who gave them to me."
Annoyed again by Mu Shengfeng's words about her prejudice, Zhou Jin replied sarcastically, "Treat me well? If you all don't drive me to death, I'll say Amitabha."
She glanced back at the bathroom door, contempt written on Zhou Jin's face.
"Although the times have changed, and marriage is now free, have you ever considered your mother? You know I already arranged a marriage for you, yet you find some random woman from outside, you..."
"Mom..."
Mu Shengfeng interrupted Zhou Jin with a grim expression.
