Ye Xingyu's cheeks flushed red upon hearing those words.
Mostly out of anger.
He stuttered, "I... I... I am not... a... a... a useless piece of junk!"
"Pfft, can't even speak properly, aren't you just a piece of junk then?" Song Ye chuckled, then spoke to Xiao Mochi, "It's not just you, but how did you manage to teach your kid to be a piece of junk as well?"
Ye Ranran had come to deliver another photo to her son but arrived just in time to hear Song Ye's remarks.
Her gaze landed softly on Song Ye, a flicker of fire gathering at the bottom of her eyes, her slender fingers curling tightly, crumpling the photo of Song Ye in her hand.
She stepped forward, standing behind Song Ye, her voice chilly, "You're in the way, step aside."
Upon hearing this, Song Ye immediately turned around.
Seeing Ye Ranran's face, a flash of astonishment crossed his eyes and with a half-smile, he asked, "Miss, are you here to see me?"