Slap! A harsh slap cut off her words.

Han Lin looked at her mother with anger, her lips trembling, as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t.

She Yu Ting trembled all over, covering one side of her flushed cheek, her eyes filled with tears: ’Han Lin... you!’

Han Lin took a deep breath, finally bit the bullet, and vented over two decades of grievances: "Do you only now realize you should care about him? ! Do you only now know you should care about your son and daughter? ! I tell you, you don’t deserve it! Moreover, this is my brother’s happiness, what qualification do you have to...