[Father and son control group + father and son crematorium + cute baby + strong woman + torture and slap in the face]
She had been married for eight years, served the whole family, worked hard and earned money to support the family, but in exchange they were abandoned like worn-out shoes.
Pei Shen: "You have no spiritual roots and cannot practice. You only wash clothes, cook, and grind tofu at home all day long. All you do is worthless things. And now I am the proud disciple of the Zijin Hall of Lingyue Sect, and I have a genius son. You are no longer worthy of me."
Son: "I don't want you to be my mother. You don't even have spiritual roots. My talent is completely inherited from my father and has nothing to do with you. I want Nan Xuerong to be my mother!"
Jiang Li turned around and left. Once he awakened his spiritual power, he had the top spiritual root that had been unparalleled for hundreds of years.
My ex-husband and son knelt down one after another.
"Ali, let's make peace."
"Mother, come back quickly."
Jiang Li: "Sorry, please call me Master."
