C61 Disillusion

"What soup did you give your mother?"

There was a hint of contempt in the awe-inspiring tone. It was Yuezheng Du's familiar tone. Yuezheng Chong stood outside the window and looked back at his wife and Liu Tie beside her. His eyes were deep, and even the lines at the corner of his eyes had become a lot sharper.

Yuezheng Du took a deep breath and suppressed the nagging in his stomach