Zhang Zhentian and Xia Jing sat in the living room for a while, both truly at a loss about what to do next. Their return had driven their son away from the home, their past merciless abandonment had led their child to hate them, and their repeated troubles with Ran Zhihan had completely severed their son's recognition of them. At this moment, they both wished time could flow backward; at least then they wouldn't have committed those acts and they wouldn't have to endure their son's hatred.
"Zhentian, did we really do wrong?" Xia Jing couldn't understand her son's thoughts. She was willing to lay down her own life for her son, to do anything for him, yet why could she never earn a good word in Zhang Yichen's eyes? Why could she never gain his approval? This tormented her deeply.