Luo Yanqing asked two consecutive questions, leaving Wang Guilan unsure how to respond.
"If you don't want to be sent to the Gobi Desert for indefinite reformation, leave the police station and go back the way you came as soon as you get out. It would be best if you also forgot that I exist," Luo Yanqing said, pausing for a moment before continuing, "When you're old and can no longer move, I will fulfill my legal duty to support you, provided that I don't have to see you again. When the time comes, I'll send the money as a final settlement for you giving birth to me!"
"Yanqing..."
Wang Guilan's face was streaming with tears. "You hate your mother, don't you?"
Luo Yanqing remained silent.
Wang Guilan laughed, but her laugh was even uglier than her crying. "Yes, you should hate me. Even your father probably wishes he could tear me apart... I'm not a good woman, nor am I a good mother. I've wronged you..."
