Yu Liuliu:"..."
This was her mother, a woman who was like a god.
Only her father could control her, and she had not been angered to death yet.
"Tell me, what exactly do you want to ask your mother?"Nian Xiaomu finally regained a trace of the seriousness of a mother.
It was as if she could smell the difference in Yu Liuliu's emotions.
The mother and daughter pair looked like sisters, and their way of getting along was even more so.
Yu Liuliu would never hide her worries in front of her.
She would tell her mother whatever she had in her heart.
When Tang Qianqi went abroad in the early years, Yu Liuliu would run to Nian Xiaomu and cry in front of her every day, worried that her little brother would be kidnapped when he went abroad.
Nian Xiaomu tried her best to persuade her, but she managed to coax her with much difficulty.
