He Kongyue spoke with a chilling voice, not hiding his disdain, "I thought she had died outside, and I held no grudge against her. But now I know she's been living freely, which means she hasn't thought of her family name, He, for two hundred years! She has the time to save others, why doesn't she have time to save her own mother!"
This elegant young man grew quite emotional when speaking about He Shutong. You Su sighed inwardly, knowing that misunderstandings ran deep and wouldn't be easily explained away.
The atmosphere fell silent for a moment. It seemed He Kongyue had exerted too much strength, as his face flushed, looking like white jade stained with rosy clouds. Though filled with anger, he seemed as if painted in a picture.
He Kongyue took several deep breaths, his tone slightly softened:
"I mean no offense to Mr. You; I just lost my composure for a moment. I hope Mr. You can forgive me."
"I understand." You Su responded with a cupped hand salute.
