But only those familiar with him knew that a volcano completely suppressed in a state of calm, once erupted, would burn with terrifying ferocity.
"Little Yao..." Yu Yizhen, who had been sobbing quietly for quite some time, called out faintly, breaking the unusual silence in the living room, "This is all my fault... Lu Youde, no matter how despicable he is... he is still Lu Mang's biological father!"
At this point, that was the only reason she could give for her plea.
Zhan Se, who was bowed over Emperor Quan's chest, grieving for Thirteen, furrowed her brows upon hearing this and slowly turned her face, settling her gaze on Yu Yizhen's head full of white hair, her voice soft yet resolute.
"Mom! Don't worry about this, it's not your concern."
"Little Yao... I..." Yu Yizhen's voice became weaker, her face deathly pale.
