Li Zecheng looked at his heartbroken mother with great sorrow in his eyes.
Third Madam spent the entire night in a towering hatred. She gripped the blanket tightly with both hands. Her fingers were pale and bloodless from the force. Her face, which was still considered full and young, was also twisted and ferocious with hatred.
"Zecheng, I can't accept this." She almost gritted her teeth.
"I've been with him for so many years. I've given birth to his children and been thrifty. Now that I'm old, I should be enjoying my family. Instead, he betrayed me and destroyed the home I'd worked so hard to build. I hate him so much."
Li Zecheng's throat rolled. He wanted to say something, but he did not know how to comfort her.
Except at that moment, for some reason, he thought of Qiao An.
