"Mom." Zhang Haoyuan's eyes lit up as hope beckoned once more. "You're my mom, my real mom. Help me pay this off, and I promise I'll be a good son to you and take care of you in your old age."
A storm gathered on Jie Jingchen's captivatingly handsome face. His gaze, fixed on Zhang Haoyuan, was utterly sinister.
"I'm your real mom, and you're my real son. Tell me, isn't it perfectly natural for a mother to discipline her own son?" Qin Mei asked with a smile.
"Absolutely, it's perfectly natural," Zhang Haoyuan nodded vigorously.
"Heh heh." A wicked grin bloomed on Qin Mei's lips, as vibrant and deadly as a poppy. Zhang Haoyuan's gaze turned dazed as he stared at her. Qin Mei reached down, picked up the kitchen cleaver from the floor, and in one swift motion, brought it down. A scream like a stuck pig tore through the air.
"AARGH!" Pain contorted Zhang Haoyuan's face, his pupils constricting. Qin Mei had chopped off his left thumb.
