Reborn as a Weak Beauty Pampered by All

Chapter 318: 318: Look at how ugly you look now, crying as if you're even more miserable than I am

Chapter 318: Chapter 318: Look at how ugly you look now, crying as if you’re even more miserable than I am!

After that, he spoke through the door to Feng Yi, “You know Uncle Song and Mother Qi are aware of you being here, right? And their goddaughter, Kang Li…”

Before Old Master Feng could finish speaking, inside the room, Feng Yi found half a brick from somewhere and smashed it against the door, “Go back where you came from, stop your endless nagging here!”

It was silent outside the door, and shortly after, the sound of footsteps walked away.

Feng Yi held his bowl, stuffed a bite of food into his mouth, not wanting to shed tears, yet unable to control the tears falling from his eyes.

He gulped down the corn and rare pearls, letting the tears fall into the bowl. Seeing him like this, Mo Yan didn’t know how to comfort him.

Having not experienced the life of others, how could he advise someone to see things a bit more lightly?

didn’t want to cry, Brother Yan, I really didn’t, but I couldn’t help it, I just couldn’t… I feel so wronged, my heart aches, I want to shout to him that I’m also his son, that

In front of me, he has never once

up at him longingly, but it was as if he didn’t see me at all, picking up the son five or six years older

that Feng Yi was actually craving the love of a father and a mother, but those who

that moment, Mo Yan thought of himself… and his late father; suddenly, he felt as if he might have been a

him. They loved him dearly; they would save him the tastiest food, and whenever his father was home, he would play with him, running back and forth

laughter, and his mother’s

was disrupted, he had

gradually reddened, and before he knew it, Mo Yan

in the memories of

mouth wide open, his eyes round, he looked at Mo Yan and asked, “Brother Yan, what’s happened to you?” But Mo Yan didn’t respond, still letting

take a good look at who I am? Brother