Lan Jinqin observed her son, hurriedly continuing, "I know, I said some harsh words to Xiaonuan today, but... I just hope she can be a good wife, able to take care of you. I don't want you to get hurt in any way, do you understand?"
Nangong Yaoling clenched his teeth.
"I understand." He exhaled heavily, holding Lan Jinqin's hand, "Mom, but you also can't..."
"I know, you blame me for hitting her... but she said... she said I don't deserve to be a mother. Son, I've worked so hard to raise you all these years, even if there are no achievements, I've put in the effort. How can I not deserve to be a mother?"
Saying this, Lan Jinqin seemed to recall some sad things and truly shed tears.
Nangong Yaoling's expression became somewhat unpleasant in an instant.
"Mom, what are you saying? Xiaonuan... how could she say such things?"
