In a private room, Lin Yuzhe stood up with a frown, the impatience clear in his voice as he asked, "What do you want from me?"
Could he also disdain himself?
Zhao Sulan couldn't accept this reality, and immediately burst into tears, "Yuzhe, mom misses you so much, don't you miss mom?"
"Miss me?"
Lin Yuzhe scoffed,
"Stop lying. I saw you recently in Imperial. I thought you would come see me. I was planning on telling you how Fang Rong bullied me, and we could live together from then on, but… huh…"
Lin Yuzhe paused here, puffing up his cheeks in anger.
That little expression was quite adorable.
But Zhao Sulan didn't feel it at all.
She only felt shame and anger.
Yes, she had indeed lied.
But did this little brat have to be so clever?
Or was it Meng Chuyue who taught him all this?
Wiping her tears, she said shamelessly, "Who says I didn't come to see you? Your father wouldn't let me. Yuzhe, didn't mom treat you well before? How could you misunderstand mom like this?"
