Cheng Huai came out of the room and put the medical kit away.
Zhao Haishuang stepped forward and asked Cheng Huai, "He got hurt—was it your doing?"
Although Cheng Huai had just told her that Cheng Lie accidentally cut his own hand with a knife, Zhao Haishuang didn't believe it at all.
Cheng Huai grinned at her words, "Mom, it seems there's nothing you can't see through."
Zhao Haishuang scoffed, "I'm your mother, I know exactly what's going on in your head."
Cheng Huai chuckled, showing no guilt about being exposed for doing something wrong.
"Mom, after all these years, how could you endure it for so long?"
Zhao Haishuang's gaze flickered slightly at Cheng Huai's words, taking a moment before replying, "What choice do I have? Even if I can't stand it, I have to. He's still your father's son—and a fool at that. You can't seriously harm a fool, can you?"
"Why not harm him? I have no feelings for him," Cheng Huai's eyes flashed with a fleeting cruelty.
