At that very moment, Ling Tianyi rushed to Xia Xiaoluo, protecting her from being hurt by the delicate porcelain fruit tray with one of his arms. The fruit tray smashed into pieces, making the atmosphere in the living room horrifying.

Ling Tianyi held Xia Xiaoluo who was crying in his arms, and then he glared at his mother, “Mom, why do you bully Xiaoluo again? If you still love your son, please love the woman he loves as well.”

“Love her? She doesn’t ...