Wen Jiaren thought, Mu Qian must have recognized her by now, after all, they had met on the island before.
Feeling a gaze full of resentment glaring at her, she looked past Mu Qian to Rongrong, the woman's hatred and venom hardly contained. Her delicate features twisted into ugliness, yet it was clear she was trying hard to control herself.
This woman must care about the father and son, otherwise why would she lose her composure like this at such an event?
Suddenly, Jiaren felt some sympathy for the woman. Her own son stood in front of her, not recognizing her, and in front of her very eyes, he chose the woman she resented as his mother.
This world indeed followed a cycle of cause and effect, where karma never failed.
