Chapter 141 I’m Not Interested in Those Kinds of Parents

• Hearing that, Henry Porter’s eyebrows narrowed. His heart sank and he was silent for a moment. His pair of jet-black eyes was enveloped by a layer of cold smoke. He felt as if there was a thorn in his heart and it frustrated him that he could not remove it. He attempted to contain the anger inside him.
• Although he knew that her life had been difficult for the past twenty-plus years, listening to her story in person made him inexplicably sad.
• “If you were given the opportunity now, would you still be willing to study fashion design?”