"Say your words quickly. "An Yeqian impatiently glanced at him, she obviously did not want to explain clearly.
Xi Moxiao frowned more tightly, but the other side was his mother, and he could only hold back his anger.
"How could Mo Xusheng contact you? Did you involve the thing about the children being taken away?!"
"Are you going to interrogate me?" An Yeqian looked straight at him, and suddenly gave him a sneer. "Do you think of me as your mother?"
"I..."
"I know that now that you have a wife, you don't think of me as your mother at all."
He took a deep breath and looked down at his unreasonable mother.
He had dealt with all sorts of people, but he couldn't deal with his mother.
The bedroom door was gently pushed open and Xi Zhenming walked in with a newspaper in his hand.
His eyes fell on the mother and son, frowning, with some helplessness on his face.