The Old Wang Yunmei Was Already Dead

"Make up for it?"

Wang Yunmei sneered as if she had heard something funny. Then, she looked at Jian Changsheng as if she was looking at a joke and shook her head. "Do you think that without you, my children's lives would be riddled with holes? Jian Changsheng, you're too arrogant!"

"Put away your ridiculous guilt. Because you're not considered a person in my eyes now. You deserve nothing from me. Not to mention forgiveness, I even find it a waste of energy to hate you now!"

Jian Changsheng didn't expect his kind action to anger Wang Yunmei. He stood on the spot and didn't know what to do. "Meizi, I mean nothing else. I don't want you to forgive me. I just…"