Seeing Wang Xiaochuan silent for a long time, Su Li turned her gaze to Zihan and spoke softly, "You must be Zihan, my son has been under your care."
"Who is your son? Don't talk nonsense. I've never had a mother my whole life."
Wang Xiaochuan's voice suddenly became shrill and nasty, his face cold as if covered with frost.
"Xiao Chuan..." Zihan hastily pinched Wang Xiaochuan's palm and shook her head disapprovingly, "How can you talk to your aunt like that?"
In Zihan's heart, she had already acknowledged the close relationship between the two, otherwise, how could they look so much alike if not mother and son?
With eyes reddened, Wang Xiaochuan defiantly stared at Su Li, his expression fierce but the flicker in his eyes betrayed his tender heart.
All blustery...
After his impulsive words spilled out, Wang Xiaochuan felt both fear and regret; he was propping up his anger while also feeling anxious and worried.
What if, what if she got angry...
