It wasn't until the door to the study room was closed that the man finally sighed and slumped down on the chair beside him as if all his strength had been drained.

He closed his eyes, and what Li Yue had said to him before kept echoing in his ears:

"Huo Tingchen has always been prejudiced against you...it turns out it's because of your mother's affairs."

"Jingchuan, your mother didn't die in childbirth because she gave birth to you. She was framed by your father."

"As for what happened to her when you were five years old...it's not your fault. You don't have to blame yourself."

The corners of the man's lips raised, revealing a bitter and self-deprecating smile.

Why isn't it his fault?

How could it not be his fault?

Although he didn't remember the memory of when he was five years old very clearly, his impression was that a crazy woman rushed in front of him and kept asking him to call his mother.

At that time, even though he was five years old and already very sensible, he also understood that his mother had passed away and would never come back.

However, no one in the Li family showed him his mother's photo.

My father said it was not necessary.

Grandma said she was afraid that he would be sad.

Before he was eighteen years old, Li Jingchuan had no idea what his mother looked like.

When he was eighteen years old, he was already busy with the group's affairs, and he did not connect his beautiful mother with the crazy female he met when he was five years old.

He never paid attention to what happened when he was five years old.

In his opinion, it was just a lunatic who wanted to become Mr. Li Guimo's wife and deliberately said those words to deceive him, a child.

How could he have thought of...

It turns out that the woman he was when he was five years old was his biological mother.

But he... personally sent his mother, who had escaped from Li Guimo, back to Li Guimo.

Therefore, Aunt Mo Yang is right to hate herself.

Huo Tingchen was right to hate himself from beginning to end.

It's all his fault.

It's his fault...

Li Jingchuan closed his eyes and tried his best to recall what happened when he was five years old, and tried his best to find the only connection between himself and his mother in that incident when he was five years old.

However, he could not recall or find any tender conversation between himself and his mother at that time.

Some are just his vigilance and his mother's madness.

He reached out his hand and silently crumpled the white paper on the table into a ball.

It seemed that only in this way could the depression in his heart be released.

Just then, his phone rang.

The man opened his eyes irritably and glanced at the name on the phone screen.

Suddenly, he paused.

Because this call was made by Li Guimo.

In my impression, this was the first time Li Guimo called him in more than a year since he left Rongcheng.

After hesitating for a while, Li Jingchuan finally frowned and picked up the phone.

"Jingchuan."

Li Guimo's voice on the other end of the phone was a bit tired and helpless: "Dad has no money."
Chapter completed!