Thinking back on how Bai Zhenfeng treated them, he felt terrible. The man, who said he would take care of them two in the past, went back on his word eventually; but he would not blame anyone. After all, he was not biological.
Just that, Bai Zhenfeng could not dictate their three fates his whole life. They were humans, living beings, beings that were able to think themselves.
Wei Lan suddenly realized and laughed bitterly at the end. She was already old—no matter if she was happy or not, more than half of her life had already passed.
"Xiao Yi, don't worry. I will try to convince your Uncle Bai." Wei Lan held her son's hand. She had already decided to help her son this time. No matter what means, she would let her son get the happiness he deserved.
"Thank you, Mom." Gao Yi heaved a sigh of relief. As long as his mother supported him, nothing else mattered.
