Nangong Ruyue looked at her distressfully, and continued writing.
"Yufei, Mom has always been sorry that I've never fulfilled my responsibilities as a mother."
Jian Yufei smiled and shook her head: "I know you don't come looking for me, and it's for my own good. Mom, I understand, I understand you."
"Yufei, if you can't deal with him, just run. Take Ansel with you and run, don't worry about me and your grandfather, we'll be fine."
Jian Yufei forced a smile: "But what about my other child?"
Nangong Ruyue was stunned for a moment, then didn't say anything else.
She could let Jian Yufei give up on her and Nangong Wenxiang, indifferent to the life and death of the elders.
But she had no right to make her give up her own child.
As a mother, no one would abandon their own child...
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On the streets of London.
A luxurious nanny van was driving slowly, followed by two bodyguard cars.
Ansel leaned against the comfortable seatback, holding a tablet in his hand.
