"I, hey, look at you kid, you blame your mother too."

Song Yuchen casually praised Shi Yan for her career being on the rise and asked someone to take Wen Fang to visit.

After he diverted his attention, Shi Yan called his secretary to take Wen Fang away.

Wen Fang glanced at Song Yuchen and said, "Yuchen, if you're not busy, let's go together later."

"Okay, Mom, you go."

He is tactful and generous, and has a grasp of the overall rhythm.

As soon as Wen Fang left, Shi Yan and Song Yuchen were the only ones left in the room.

The space was large, but Song Yuchen's powerful aura seemed to be plundering the air. Shi Yan was clearly several meters away from him, but she could feel a sense of suffocation.

She leaned back against the desk, lowered her head and said nothing.

Song Yuchen sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs and lit a cigarette.

The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Song Yuchen's face was as gloomy as if it was going to rain. He didn't say anything, but the aura he exuded was particularly frightening.

"I don't care what you want to do."

Looking from this angle, Shi Yan could only see Song Yuchen's bony profile.

His voice was low and helpless, "Mom's body can't stand it."

"Can you tone it down a bit?"

Shi Yan dug her fingers into the table, her eyes inexplicably red. This was her biological mother, how could she not care?

He blames himself, but on what basis?

She didn't do anything shameful with Guan Feng in the room.

Song Yuchen was already fuming with anger. When he looked up and met Shi Yan's wet eyes, he shook off the cigarette ashes on his fingers and frowned his heroic eyebrows. "You."