Xu Lihua couldn't finish her sentence.
Because her husband's gaze was like a sharp sword, slicing through and exposing the foolishness and inadequacy hidden beneath all her virtuous appearance.
"Xu Lihua, you... really make my heart grow cold. Beiye is your son too!"
Mo Zhongliang never expected that by accidentally overhearing a conversation, he would discover such a huge crisis within the family!
He had never known that his wife's favoritism had reached such an extent!
All her attention was focused on the three-year-old younger son, so obvious even in front of him. How could Beiye, who was involved, not notice?
Mo Zhongliang felt a massive surge of guilt in his heart.
It was his carelessness, assuming that leaving the children to be raised by their birth mother would never be a problem.
He had never known that the elder son was enduring such great grievances!
Looking at his wife's baffled expression, still convinced she was in the right, he suddenly felt very annoyed.
