Li Xinzhang's eyelid twitched.
"Li Xinzhang, do you even know how disgusted I feel seeing you and her together?" Li Haiguang said frantically.
Li Xinzhang's lips moved a few times as if he wanted to say something, but his throat felt as though it were blocked.
He had never met his own mother and rarely heard Li Haiguang mention her...
Seeing Li Xinzhang's listless eyes, Li Haiguang became even angrier.
He pulled out an exquisite leather wallet from his suit's inner pocket and threw it onto Li Xinzhang's chest, his voice trembling slightly, "There's a photo of your mother inside. Take a look for yourself!"
After finishing his words, Li Haiguang turned around with extremely complex emotions, took a deep breath, and lit a cigarette.
Li Xinzhang quietly opened the wallet and immediately saw the yellowed photo.
The photo was slightly faded, but the girl's smile was bright and clear.
Li Xinzhang was stunned.
Was this his... mother?