After a short rest, the strength of the body's limbs gradually increased.

Hearing the question, An Xiang raised his hand and said, "I...I am a parent."

The coldness in Pei Yizhou's expression was instantly replaced by shock.

His pupils tightened, clearly in disbelief: "You...?"

"Yeah." An Xiang nodded lightly, looked at the pool again, and murmured in a low voice, "Little duck..."

The rubber duck that was left in the swimming pool drifted with the current. Pei Yizhou temporarily ignored the surprise in his heart and refilled the water to fish the duck out under An Xiang's surprised gaze.

"Here." He shook the water droplets off his hair slightly and handed the little yellow duck over.

An Xiang took it blankly.

Maybe it was because it was soaked in water, so no matter how hard she pressed the duck, it didn't make any sound.

She lowered her eyelashes and pursed her lips stubbornly into a straight line. There was disappointment, gloominess, and indescribable sadness on her face, which finally turned into tears, silently falling from the corners of her eyes.

An Xiang didn't turn his head and wiped away the tears he had unconsciously left. He stretched out his hand to bring the little duck in front of An Zimo. His voice was always gentle: "Here, don't throw it away this time."

An Zimo did not accept it.

[so sad……]

[Why is my son doing this?]

[So sad...]

Her heart was weeping, and An Zimo could hear it clearly. Involuntarily, An Zimo secretly glanced at the slight expression on her face with his peripheral vision.

An wanted to ignore the indifference and put the toys away silently.

My calves still hurt a lot, and I probably won't be able to walk for a while.

She bent down and slowly applied force with her palms, pressing the pain in order to relieve the unbearable numbness.

"Do you need me to call a doctor?"

"No need." An Xiang shook his head, "Thank you for saving me, Mr. Pei."

If Pei Yizhou hadn't passed by, she might have confessed here today. Even if she was going to die sooner or later, she didn't want to die for such an inexplicable reason.

The look in An Zimo's eyes from before suddenly appeared in his mind.

She was cold to the bone, unemotional, and looked at her like an ant and an enemy.

An Xiang had no doubt that her son wanted her to die.

She had seen that look on too many people.

Mother, father, cousins.

But she never thought that one day, her only son would look at her with such hatred.

She didn't feel cold, just sad.

The intense sadness rolled into waves, pressing on her chest and making her breathless.

An An wanted to cry, but had to endure it.

His red lower lip was almost bitten by his teeth, and his eye circles were redder than before.

How could An Zimo not hear what she said.

Do you regret it? No regrets.

only……

He looked at An Xiang's pale cheek, and suddenly he felt an indescribable feeling. It was a little uncomfortable, but more of an inexplicable irritability.

"Is this your mother?" Pei Yizhou looked at An Zimo, a pair of sharp eyes that could almost see through his soul.

An Zimo looked away and refused to pay attention.

"In front of you is the security office. If you see someone falling into the water, why don't you go find someone?" Pei Yizhou would not believe that he was just a child and didn't understand those words.

An Zimo's soul told him that he was no ordinary child.

At that moment, he really wanted his mother to fall into the water and die.

Vicious, dark, a bad seed.

Pei Yizhou's tone was aggressive, and An Zimo felt angry for no reason. He frowned, glared back, and said four words: "It's none of your business."

An Xiang's face turned pale, and he looked at Pei Yizhou next to him, obviously unhappy.

"An Zimo, apologize." An Xiang called him by his full name for the first time, his calm tone filled with suppressed anger.

"No way." An Zimo looked mean, "Who does he think he is? Why should he care what I do!"

An Xiang stared at him closely, word by word coming out from between her teeth: "I apologize."

This is the first time An Xiang has spoken to him so fiercely in these days.

Her tone and expression suddenly overlapped with the ferocious face in her memory, and An Zimo's nerves ached under the weight of the ferocious memories.

"I don't!!!" An Zimo clenched his hands and roared irrationally, "You have no right to control me! You don't have the right to ask me to apologize! I just like this, hit me if you can! Otherwise, shut up.

!!”

The little commotion caused here has attracted the attention of many people.

An Zimo's eyes were full of anger, and his ferocious and twisted face made An Xiang feel strange.

Pei Yizhou stood aside silently, looking at him secretly with his deep eyes.

The black mist lingering around An Zimo's body was thicker than what he saw at first, with a faint hint of dark red.

He is struggling.

"Mr. Pei, could you leave me your contact information?" The spasm in her legs eased, and An Xiang carefully got up from her seat, her eyes slightly red.

Pei Yizhou converged his gaze and said, "I live in Building 17."

An wanted to write it down, limped up to An Zimo, reached out and picked him up by the waist.

An Zimo was stunned for a moment, and the next second he began to struggle violently: "Put me down!"

"Put me down, do you hear me?"

An Zimo was emotionally unstable and yelled all the way.

As a mother, she did not reprimand or yell, and quickly left this land of right and wrong.

After the mother and son left, Pei Yizhou stood there without moving. It wasn't until Xu Chuan came over to call him that he noticed anything.

"What's happening to you?"

Pei Yizhou was still dripping with water and looked quite embarrassed.

He converged his gaze, bent down to pick up the shoes that he had kicked off because of his anxiety, tightened his lips, and after a moment he said two words: "It's okay."

"I just heard someone said that someone fell into the water here. Didn't you go down to rescue the person?" Xu Chuan's tone was slightly teasing, and without asking any more questions, he patted Pei Yizhou on the shoulder and said, "All the brothers from the An family are here.

They're waiting at the racecourse, so hurry up and change your clothes now, otherwise it won't be good if you're late."

"Yeah, I know." Pei Yizhou responded perfunctorily, his mind obviously not here.

Xu Chuan felt more and more strange.

Pei Yizhou has always been known for his rationality, but he became like this after a while. Who made him so uneasy?

He didn't dare to say or ask, so he reminded again: "Then I'll go first, and you must not be late."

"Um."

Pei Yizhou pulled the shirt that clung to his skin and became sticky because of the water, frowned slightly, turned around and walked towards the villa.

He is deep in thought.

Thinking about it carefully, he met An Zimo once in a mall not long ago. At that time, the assistant said that the two were similar. Pei Yizhou did not take that to heart. There are hundreds of millions of people in the world, and it is not surprising that they are similar.

But the point is - An Zimo is An Xiang's child.

The child looked to be about three or four years old, and both the age and time matched that night.

An Zimo... could he be his child?

Pei Yizhou didn't dare to think too much, but he had to think about it. His mind was instantly occupied by confusion, making it impossible for him to think smoothly.

**

At this time, An Xiang had brought An Zimo back to the villa.

The two of them walked through the door, and An Xiang left An Zimo on the sofa.

"What are you doing?!" An Zimo refused to repent, stretched his neck and shouted at An Xiang, "You want to hit me, right? You just want to hit me, right?"

An Xiang was so angry that her whole body was shaking.

She pursed her lips, stepped forward and pushed the child back onto the sofa. Finally, she pulled off his pants and slapped the two round buttocks.

An Zimo forgot to scream and his eyes widened immediately.

He imagined his mother whipping him with a whip and hitting him with a vase, but he never imagined that she would spank him!!

An Zimo felt no pain, so it didn't matter where he was slapped.

But he has dignity and needs face, and his butt means dignity and face.

"go away!"

"Don't touch me!"

An Zimo tried his best to twist, but his arms were tightly pressed and his legs couldn't use any strength. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free. He could only feel the crisp sound of the slap on his skin again and again.

He couldn't bear such humiliation, his eyes were red, his teeth were grinding and he wanted to cry for the first time.

"Do you know you are wrong?"

"I don't know!"

very good.

Snapped!

a slap.

"Do you know you are wrong?!"

"I don't know!"

Snapped!

Snap!

Two slaps!

"Do you know you are wrong!!"

"I, I don't know!" An Zimo was stubborn and rebellious, unwilling to admit his mistakes even to the death.

He turned around and gritted his teeth and said, "Don't spank me if you have the guts!"

shame.

Frustrated.

depressed.

An Zimo's eyes were red, and the corners of his mouth were trembling with grievance. But he just wouldn't cry, looking stubborn and pitiful.

The next second after saying this, An Zimo saw An Xiang's eyes were red, sobbing and crying.

An Zimo was stunned and whispered: "Hey, why are you crying?"

"An Zimo, I am your mother... How can you expect your mother to die?" She whispered hoarsely, covering her face and crying uncontrollably.

sad.

Through the voice of his heart, An Zimo felt the sadness and... heartache more truly.

But it was obviously him who was beaten, and she was the one who beat others.

Why are you feeling distressed? And crying??

An Zimo couldn't understand.
Chapter completed!