Xia Yehua was wearing a two-piece set of silk pajamas.
In that instant, her top was only slightly lifted to expose her lower back.
She had fair skin and, even though she was elderly now and her skin had lost its firmness, one could still tell that she had been exquisite in her youth.
And now, on that fair skin, there was a huge bruise.
Shen Liangchuan gave Shen Zihao a mocking look and said, "He only told you that he injured his back. Did he tell you that it was because he hit Mom that I shoved him?"
"Have you seen the injury on his back? Is it as bad as Mom's?"
"He berates me for being disobedient. Does he mean I should watch him hit Mom and not do anything?"
Shen Zihao could only hang his head, as Shen Liangchuan fired away these questions.
Although he hated Xia Yehua for abandoning him, he had been keeping an eye on how she and Shen Liangchuan had been doing all these years.