"You've gone mad!" Zhan Zhengtong genuinely felt that Lady Dongfang was in an unstable state now. In the past, Lady Dongfang had been so elegant, so exquisite, so beautiful. But now, the woman in front of her resembled a deranged madwoman, biting anyone she came across.
Unexpectedly, Yan Hao's death had such a significant impact on Lady Dongfang.
Sigh...
The blow to her was also substantial. No matter what, Yan Hao had been her son whom she had raised for over twenty years, always hands-on, eager to give him everything the best in the world.
But suddenly, this son was no longer hers.
How could she endure it?
Because she couldn't endure it, she fled from the Capital City, unwilling to see Yan Hao again. She feared that each time she saw him, she would cry again, unable to let go of Yan Hao.
But what she didn't expect was that shortly after she returned to the Zhan Family, Yan Hao died.
"My son is dead, why should your son still be alive? We all must die!"
