Madam Shen was increasingly impatient, making Shen Li even less inclined to say much to her.
It wasn't intentional; he simply wasn't in the mood for such conversations early in the morning.
The most crucial point was that Xingchen was home, and he feared the walls might have ears.
Looking at his mother indifferently, he said, "We're already like this, whether anything happened or not doesn't matter."
They had already slept in the same bed, and he had done almost everything that should be done.
He had already regarded Xingchen as his wife.
No matter how much Shen Li refused to give her a definite answer, Madam Shen was very displeased.
She stared at Shen Li with disdain and coldness for a long while, then said directly, "From tonight, don't come back. Go live in your own place, wherever you wish. I won't ask about your whereabouts anymore."
"..." Shen Li.
At this moment, he was somewhat doubting whether Zhao Shuting was his biological mother.
