Liu Ya rushed over and grabbed his hand, "Xiao An, can't you forgive Mom?"
Loh Xiaoan took a deep breath, suppressing the surge of resentment within his chest, and shook off Liu Ya's hand, "No. You're filthy."
Loh Xiaoan got into the car and instructed the driver to leave quickly.
Liu Ya stood on the street, staring foolishly as Loh Xiaoan's car sped away, her heart aching as if cut by a knife.
Her son hated her...
Once, she was indifferent to family and her son. Only now did she understand that she had to reap what she had sown.
Just then, Loh Xiaoan's car turned back. Liu Ya was overjoyed, "Xiao An?"
Loh Xiaoan lowered the car window, looked at Liu Ya coldly, "What bad thing are you trying to do this time?"
Liu Ya was dumbfounded, "I just wanted to see you..."
"You better not be, don't make me hate you more."
Loh Xiaoan rolled up the car window and sped away again. This time, he didn't turn back.
