Seeing Zhuo Feng'er's previously complex eyes now turn hollow, Ye Fei grew even more worried. He tentatively asked, "What do you plan to do with that bastard?"
Since the man's name shared the last two characters with his father's, Ye Fei refrained from calling him by name and used "bastard" instead.
Zhuo Feng'er understood who he was referring to and sighed softly, "Don't make things difficult for him. He was once a pure-hearted kid, and it's my fault he's become like this. Let him have those assets as compensation. Also, please tell your mom I'm sorry. The past wasn't her fault; I was too stubborn."
From Zhuo Feng'er's seemingly enlightened words, Ye Fei confirmed his suspicions. He became extremely anxious. Even if he hadn't developed feelings for Zhuo Feng'er, he wouldn't let her wither away like this.
But now, having let go of her hatred for his mom, she seemed to have lost her will to live. Ye Fei needed to give her a new purpose, even if it was fueled by hatred.
