Jiang Nanfei, nevertheless, was not an ordinary person—she had long become cold and devoid of love. Her motivation for reclaiming her son was partly because she had abandoned him once. On the other hand, it was because she valued Huo Beijiang's abilities, intending to use him for her purposes.
"Then you?" Feng Sha certainly knew that Leng Peixi didn't care about familial love at all, but he also knew that a mother's feelings for her child were different. Thus, he found it hard to judge.
"Heh!" Leng Peixi laughed coldly. Only during the intervals of puffing and exhaling smoke did she say, "Since I can't make him willingly come with me, then I'll have no choice but to coerce him. Once a person has a weakness, they are easy to handle."
"Jiang Nanfei!" Feng Sha finally understood and couldn't help breaking into a cold sweat, growing even more cautious in his heart. If she could be so ruthless to her own son, what couldn't she do?
