"Because until her death, your mother still yearned for the Lu Family's second son, Lu Jingyuan."
Jiang Zhi remained silent, his gaze gradually growing cold.
He clenched his fists tightly, his voice trembling as he shouted at Jiang Zhi, "It's all Guan Wansu's fault! I despise her, I wish I could grind her bones to dust. If it weren't for her, how could my son have died? He was only twenty-two, my best son, the heir to the Jiang Family." Her gaze was venomous, piercing through Jiang Zhi as if she were looking at his mother, "Brother Zhi, you look too much like her."
Too similar, especially the eyes, exactly the same.
So similar that she wished she could strangle him in his cradle.
Outside the window, it was already dark. In the dim light, his peach blossom eyes shone brightly, "Is it because of this that you hate me?"
