Happy Birthday, Yu Lili

In that long moment, Yu Lili felt very much like a stray dog drenched in the middle of a downpour–lowly and rejected. She wasn't in front of them, but her emotions were no less raw and intense.

Her steps of departure quickened. Her head was bowed. She didn't dare look back and left as speedily as she could.

Inside the room, Jiao Ziqing was surprised at Ou Ming's answer and asked, "Really? You're agreeing with me?"

Ou Ming's eyes were empty and lifeless as they stared blankly ahead without any focus. In fact, if one didn't pay too much attention, it could even be said that his eyes were like those of a life-like doll.

"You're my mother. Whatever you say, I'll do. In any case, it not like I have the right to make any of my own decisions in front of you, right?" Ou Ming stared blankly ahead and smiled bitterly. He looked utterly helpless. At the same time, it was clear how dejected he was feeling.