"I said, he is not my father! I don't have such a selfish father!"
Han Xiaoyue raised his hand, clenched it into a fist, and punched the car body.
Han Bing was startled and screamed, "Ah Yue..."
"Mom, why are you unwilling to leave Bao Jinpeng's side? He's a man in his seventies, you're only in your forties, what are you after, Mom?"
Han Xiaoyue looked at Han Bing helplessly, and raised his hand to stroke Han Bing's slightly graying hair, "Mom, you're only forty, look at you, you've aged so much..."
Looking like you're in your fifties.
If Mother were truly happy with Bao Jinpeng, she wouldn't age so quickly.
"Ah Yue, it's because of you that I've been so worn out. Your father and I are very happy together, I'm just worried about you."
Han Bing shook her head and said, "Ah Yue, I'm sorry, I couldn't give you a normal life, it's my fault... Please stop making mistakes, okay? You're my only son, no matter what, they are your family."
