C125 I Won't Marry Su Qingqing

There was a trace of maliciousness on his face, and his glass-coloured eyes glinted with a cold light. Madam Yi had never seen her son speak to her with such an expression before. She felt a little horrified.

Yi Ningxiu waved his hand to signal the servants to disperse. He sat down on the sofa, looked at Lady Yi's pale face and asked in a deep voice, "What do you want?"

He loved his mother