Tang Qian glared at Wei Qin with bitterness and resentment, gritting her teeth as she said, "I know I was wrong, I shouldn't have hit anyone, but you guys just stood by and watched as Fu Xinwu hit me without so much as a peep."
As Tang Qian spoke, she became emotionally agitated, stood up abruptly, and pointed at Wei Qin's nose as she cursed, "You... Are you even my son? Is this how you act? Turning your back on your own family."
A smile uglier than crying spread across Wei Qin's face.
Facing Tang Qian's accusations, he didn't bother to say a word. Who could understand the pain in his heart? When he had arrived home full of excitement, eager to see his younger brother who had been missing for years, what he saw was his own mother slapping his brother's face.
Whenever he closed his eyes, that scene would emerge in his mind.
He would never forget the look in Jiang Yang's eyes for as long as he lived; from that moment, he knew he had lost this brother forever.
