"Ling, you let me down," the man sighed, "To treat your last encounter with your own son so carelessly."
Lin Zhen mechanically turned his head, his face pale, "He and I have long lost any mother-son affection. I can take anything, just don't harm him."
Yuan Chong looked at the handkerchief in his hand with a light chuckle, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes, "How would you know if he holds any mother-son affection for you without trying?"
"What are you going to do!" Lin Zhen's voice grew shrill.
"Don't be so afraid, you know I always play by the rules."
At that moment, a cellphone rang.
Yuan Chong casually threw the handkerchief aside and answered the call as he walked out of the private room.
"What is it."
"Mr. Yuan, that student with the surname Lu wants to see you."
The man raised an eyebrow, his pupils behind the glasses shimmering with a faint blue glow.
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