"Mom, it's late… you should go back."
Huo Siqian didn't use the formal form of the word 'you' when he spoke with his adoptive mother. Instead, he used the informal 'you'. One could tell how deeply strained the mother and son's relationship was.
"What? Have you grown up and become bold? Do you think you can survive in the Huo Corporation by yourself?"
Huo Siqian lowered his head and remained silent.
Jiang Hong suddenly grabbed his hair and pulled.
He felt as if his scalp was going to be ripped off. A sharp pain shot through him.
However, he did not retaliate or resist…
He quietly allowed this woman to go crazy.
"You little bastard… Don't forget, if it weren't for me, how could you have come to the Huo Family? You might not even have lived a life better than a beggar… You should thank me."
"Mom, I've always been grateful to you. I've said many years of thank you."
"That's not enough…"