"You still oppose my decision to find someone new..."
"No, it's not about that," Sun Ling said. "It's about that scum."
It took some time, but Sun Ling detailed everything that had happened to their father recently to their mother.
After listening, Sun Ling's mother didn't relax her frown; after a long moment, she scoffed coldly, "That trash never deserved to be a father. Now, he's gotten himself into this mess; that's great. Xiaojing, go buy a good bottle of wine. Tonight, I want to drink joyfully and celebrate properly."
Having never borne a son, Sun Ling's mother had endured much suffering over the years.
Now, knowing the miserable fate of that scum of a father, she felt a profound sense of relief.
Sun Ling and Jing Yizhou exchanged glances, approximately grasping Sun Ling's mother's thoughts. Sun Ling's greatest fear was that her mother might still harbor kind feelings for that scum, but hearing her words now, she felt completely reassured.
