These words did not make Mo Zhongliang feel any sense of relief.
Seeing his son's expression, he felt a bit panicked inside.
Sure enough, Gu Shengyin looked at him and smiled, "I used to have expectations for Mom, but now I don't. She doesn't love me, it's okay, I just won't love her either."
Although she was smiling, tears uncontrollably fell from her eyes as she spoke.
She didn't even seem to notice, still talking to Mo Zhongliang: "Don't blame me, Dad. I really... can't take it anymore."
Mo Zhongliang's eyes turned red.
How could he blame him? Looking at his son like this, the only thing he could think of was how deeply his wife had hurt this child!
No child doesn't want to receive love from their parents, yet his son had completely lost all expectations for his mother.
His lips trembled, "It's okay, Beiye, don't cry, Dad loves you, Dad is good to you..."
Gu Shengyin reached out to dry her tears.
