Startled, Feng Qingtian got up from the couch and hugged her. "I'm here, I'm here."
"What use are you? I want my son." Gu Bailu was truly heartbroken.
She didn't know if her son would come back after this. She felt helpless.
When she first transmigrated here, she didn't even have a spirit root and didn't know where her enemy was hiding. No matter how she had been bullied, she had never felt as helpless as she did now.
"Alright, alright. If you want a son, I'll give you a son." Feng Qingtian could only coax her.
Just as his son had said, everyone had their own mission. His son had gone to complete his.
Gu Bailu stopped crying and looked at him expectantly. "Can you really give me my son? Can you really bring him back?"
"If we work hard now, our son will definitely be back next year." Feng Qingtian kissed her forehead.
"How?" Gu Bailu's face lit up. She wiped her tears. As long as she could get her son back, she would work hard.
