"The midwife said I was gone, and you didn't even look? Or do you wish I were dead too?" Huo Chen finished speaking and quietly looked at Zhang Yanlin, his dark eyes gleaming sharply as if he could see right through someone.
He appeared calm, as if unbothered, but only Xu Ying noticed his trembling fingers.
Everyone has a heart; how could they not care about their parents? Huo Chen tried his best to restrain himself from violently attacking this man.
Thinking of what his uncles had said, he was infuriated by the suffering he had endured over the years and his mother's grievances.
Zhang Yanlin was sweating profusely with anxiety, his mouth moving but unable to find a retort.
Zhang Yuhua stood by, silent as if enjoying the drama, hoping it would escalate to make her husband hate Huo Chen, so she wouldn't need to worry about the inheritance being divided by this boy.
