If it weren't for the words in hand, Han Shaochen would certainly not be alone with him in a space.

The grievances and grievances with him have long been uncountable.

Before, there was indeed something wrong with him.

But Han Shu's death, he can't let go.

"Why? Is it only when he dies that you can be relieved? Han Shaochen asked word by word, and still couldn't understand Han Shu's death.

Why does it have to come to this point.

Han Shaochen's resentment towards Han Shu is not so deep, he is just resentful, complaining about why she wants to hide his life experience.

Blame her for doing that.

It was his mother, but he watched him miss his mother and told him that his mother was dead.

Is power really that important?

Many nights, he would ask himself that.

Does power really matter?

But no one answered him.

He looked for it on the Internet.

The answer found is that power really matters, and the world of rich people is a joy you can't imagine.

Often the old people also say that they have money to travel all over the world, but it is difficult to move an inch without money, especially in today's society.

Every time he saw and heard such an answer, he had to tell himself to face reality.

But I was still unwilling in my heart, so I went to the bar every day to get drunk, wanting to let alcohol numb myself.

Unexpectedly, after sobering up, what I got was the news, and my father who appeared for no reason.

Hehehe, he really wanted to sneer, he really wanted to ......

Shen Yeting looked at Han Shaochen's smile with cold eyes, facing his emotional changes.

It can be imagined that he cares about Han Shu.

That's right, when Han Shu was his aunt, she also loved her in every way.

Later, the identity relationship was unraveled, and even more.

Shen Yemo's death made Han Shu transfer all her love to Han Shaochen.

Before, he may not be able to understand, but later the exposure of his identity made him have to understand.

"When she designed that car accident, did you ask why?" Shen Yeting looked at Han Shaochen's every expression and asked sharply.

The tone is cold, indifferent to strangers.

Han Shaochen didn't think about it, but subconsciously blocked out those bad ones.

Han Sook's death, especially after seeing her horrific corpse in the morgue, made his heart tumble even more.

"She's my mother, Shen Yeting." Han Shaochen roared in a low voice, not answering Shen Yeting's words directly.

Shen Yeting also expected it.

A faint sneer tugged at the corner of his lips: "Yes, he is your mother, but not mine." ”

That's right, Han Shu is nothing to him.

Shen Yeting's words were already obvious, and there was no intention to say any more.

Han Shaochen's hands kept clenching, and then clenching.

The ten fingers clenched into a fist fiercely, and the knuckles were whitening because of the force.

Then the corners of his eyes narrowed: "What is that speech in your eyes?" It's also dispensable, and if that's the case, I'll fulfill your words. ”

"You dare to move her to give it a try." Shen Yeting came here for this matter, otherwise he would not have been able to meet Han Shaochen.

At this moment, Han Shaochen seemed to have lost his mind, and his eyes were dyed red.

Raging anger: "Shen Yeting, if you don't break it yourself, then I will let her be the same as Han Shu, this is the result you want, and I will fulfill everything you have." ”

Every word Han Shaochen said was squeezed out of his throat.

Every trace of the aura emanating from his body made people feel threatened.