Madam Zhao looked at Ye Tiancheng and called out in a choked voice. "Tiancheng."
Ye Tiancheng's eyes were cold. "Mother, if you don't make up your mind, you'll suffer. If you forgive him today, there will be a knot in your heart that will continue to bother you in the future. After you divorce him, I'll support you and never let you suffer like this."
Madam Zhao gritted her teeth. Although she knew what her son said made sense, she still felt terrible.
Fen Lan kowtowed repeatedly. "No, no, no, don't divorce. I'm a person who's about to die. I just want to find a home for Yingying. Don't divorce for us. I'm willing to work like a cow to assure you that I have no ill-intentions."
Fen Lan was extremely humble. She tried her best to explain that she was here to seek shelter for her daughter and not to break up the family.