"Mmm, I know. I just needed to vent some frustration," Chen Xueru said, her heart heavy. This matter had tormented her for days. Tang Shuwen's verbal attacks didn't bother her much, but seeing his cruelty towards Xiaonian was agonizing.
Perhaps he grew up carefree, born with a silver spoon, accustomed to having his way. Other people's feelings and emotions seemed insignificant in their eyes; he simply didn't care.
But she had only her son to rely on. How could she feel at ease seeing him suffer?
