Leng Aofeng struggled harder, trying to break free of the chains, completely forgetting that the chains holding him were covered with barbs.

The black thorns pierced into his flesh, and the blood immediately stained his white hair, which was very conspicuous.

Jing Jiaren's throat was stuck: "Leng Aofeng, don't move!"

"Wow..."

The screen suddenly flashed several times, and Leng Aofeng's image disappeared.

Jing Jiaren hugged the video phone and shouted loudly: "Leng Aofeng!"

The view returned to Jing's mother. She had an extra cup of black tea in her hand and held the cup holder elegantly: "Beauty, have you thought about it?"

Jing Jiaren suddenly had a great impulse and snatched her tea cup, and splashed it hard on her face——

"Am I your biological daughter? How could you do this to me!"

"..."

"Growing up, you haven't fulfilled your mother's responsibilities. I comforted myself that you are sick and are different from other mothers. Our family has been very special since we were young. Dad only cared about you and showed little care to me.

, and you haven’t been awake for a few days!”

The expression on Jing's mother's face was very complicated.

The crazy ten years are a memory that she cannot bear to look back on...

So she hated, hated Ximen Fenglie for ruining all her girlhood and making her crazy for half her life.

When she wakes up, her youth is exhausted.

"But now that you have recovered from your illness, why do you still not have a mother's love for me..."

Jing’s mother said in a deep voice: “Have you fulfilled your obligations as a daughter by pointing at my nose and yelling in peace like this?”

"..."

"For a man, you turned against your parents and threw away all your principles. Look what you look like now."

Jing's mother's stern expression quickly faded, and she softened again and said, "I know that Yan Xuan's incident has dealt a big blow to you, but you still have feelings for him."

"..."

"Your father and I both agree that you two are together. Do you want to see him, or do you need to think about it?"

Jing Jiaren didn't want to talk nonsense anymore and said in a strong voice: "I want to see him, right away!"

Jing's mother handed the teacup to the maid and smiled softly: "Well, I'll make arrangements right now."

She glanced at Ximen Longting and promised: "I will send someone to send him there. The journey is a bit long. He will probably arrive tomorrow night."

"..."

"Beautiful lady, remember what you promised me, how are you going to persuade him."

Jing Jiaren just looked at her with strange eyes.

That woman who dresses and dresses like JANE...

"I will contact you again. You have cried too many times. Wash your face and have a good rest."

Snap.

Ximen Longting pressed the cover of the video screen and ended the call.

Jing Jiaren's mind was a little empty, and she tilted her head and leaned on Ximen Longting's shoulder: "I'm sorry for always letting you see me so ugly."

He said again and again that she looked ugly when she cried, and she was still...so ugly.

Ximen Longting pursed his thin lips and said nothing, stroking her hair with his slender fingers.

Jing Jiaren buried her head on his chest and inhaled his scent vigorously.

Ximen Longting being by her side at this time is already her greatest comfort, otherwise, she would really collapse.

Soon, Ximen Longting found a hair that was much thicker than other hairs and gently pulled it out.

"It's all my fault..." She was indeed too naive.
Chapter completed!