The Duke's mansion was filled with laughter, but Crescent Island was covered in dark clouds. A brewing storm was about to break.
In the midst of the raging winds in the courtyard, Ruan Hanmo and An Yang knelt straight outside the family gates.
Shui Hui stood by the window, looking at her kneeling children with a heart full of anguish and sighing helplessly.
"Stop sighing in front of me!" Ruan Honglang snorted irritably. "Look at the two things you've raised. I swear I could just shoot both of them right now."
Shui Hui whipped her head around to look at him. "Are they only my children?"
Ruan Honglang furrowed his brows and pointed outside. "If you feel sorry for them, then take them and leave together. Otherwise, sooner or later, I'll beat them to death."
"You..."
"Dad, the mistakes are ours. Please don't talk about Mom like that!" Ruan Hanmo's voice emerged from outside.
