Yang Dingchu stared directly at the bottom of the cliff, his eyes full of anxiety.
Yang Wenyi said: "Xiao is someone who is fortunate, nothing will happen to him."
Madame Yang had already cried in Yang Chonghuan's arms; that was the son that she had longed for for for so many years.
She could not imagine how miserable her life would be without this son.
Without a son, if Bai Xiao gave birth to a son, would she still have a status in the Yang Family? Their family was clearly the eldest son, and they had to see the expression on their son's face.
Back then, when she was willing to marry Yang Chonghuan, what she saw in him was his identity as the eldest son. In the future, everything in Yang Family would belong to his son so she could firmly sit as the head mother.
But now that her son was gone, her good days had come to an end.
Thinking about this, Madame Yang pushed Yang Chonghuan away and rushed towards the cliff.