Mrs. Yan sneered, "She didn't destroy all my photos, and kept one?"
"Maybe as a memento for her grandson, Zhan Hanjue." Ningwan focused on her.
Hearing Zhan Hanjue's name, Mrs. Yan's expression changed slightly.
But soon, she turned cold again, and said indifferently, "When I decided to leave him, I never intended for him to think of me. Hating me is enough, why remember?"
"You're so good to Yan Rui, I think no matter what you do, Yan Rui will always remember you. Although I was very young when my mother passed, I still remember her voice and appearance. You might have coldly abandoned this mother-son bond, but Zhan Hanjue may not be so heartless. Children find it hard to truly hate their parents."
"You've met Zhan Hanjue?" Mrs. Yan immediately asked.
Ningwan nodded, "I treated Old Mrs. Zhan, I've naturally met him."
"And how is he now, is he doing well?" Mrs. Yan asked softly.
Ningwan looked at her in surprise.
Wouldn't it be easy for her to know how Zhan Hanjue is?
