He Jingyao poured him a cup of tea and pushed it in front of him, "You traveled all the way from Yanzhou City, have some water first."
"Jingyao, you are my only son." He Yirong sighed, his gaze complex, "What I am most proud of is having a son like you. You never needed me to worry about you. You were exceptionally talented and always earnest and responsible. I have always trusted you deeply."
"So, you no longer trust me now?" He Jingyao flashed a mocking smile.
"You don't even care about your own life anymore, how can I trust you?" He Yirong suddenly flared up, "Although your sister is gradually getting better, she is still an ignorant little girl. Your mom and I... do you not care about us anymore? Are you just planning to stay by that woman's side, happy with however many years you can get?"
He Jingyao slammed the cup down on the table and scoffed coldly, "What evidence do you have that this is because of Zhixi?"
