A sole descendant?
He Qing's expression changed, looking at the gradually calming Zhang Mingming, "What about you?"
You, once their child, why haven't you been granted even a speck of remembrance or spoken words?
Zhang Mingming raised his head, his thin little face and large gleaming eyes exceedingly endearing, "I am already dead. The dead aren't sole descendants anymore."
"What nonsensical thing are you talking about?!"
Ah Jin looked at him, suddenly became angry.
"Even when you were alive, you were not their sole descendant! They were just a pair of bastards, not your real parents. Why can't you see that? You are like this, and they don't even think about you at all… I hate them! I hate them!"
He shouted angrily, his figure becoming a bit unstable. He Qing quickly grabbed him, but only felt a strong fragrance at her nose, taking just one breath seemed to invigorate her spirit, and even the always gently flowing spiritual power inside her body became more active!
