Ye Zhehan laughed coldly, shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently, "Yes, I know. You are just an example. There are wives and children at home, but there are mistresses and mistresses outside."
"You..." Ye Qing knew that he had a grudge about what had happened many years ago. He sighed and then said, "I know you hate me all the time, but you have to know that your mother is gone. Now that I don't take care of you, who else will? Women are actually the most unreliable. When you have money, you will stick to you life and death. When you have no money, you run faster than anyone else."
"So, what dad said is for your own good. A Chen is still his mother who is always protecting him, but you don't have a mother except me. The things I do won't hurt you. You should listen to me this time
