Yan Qingsi initially had a heavy heart but Yue Tingfeng's words were so amusing that she nearly found herself in stitched. The gloominess in her heart dissipated significantly.
With him around, everything seemed to be less unbearable.
Yue Tingfeng hugged her and said, "See, your daughter is actually still a kind girl. She's still a good person. Of course, in my heart, she's the best no matter what kind of person she is. She can be nice or she can be evil, but I like every side of her. I think you feel the same way in your heart too. Your daughter is the best daughter.
"Yan Songnan died and he should've died. He's not fit to be alive and he's not fit to be pitied by anyone. Mom, Yan Qingsi's problems are my problems. With me around, I won't let her carry all the weight that she shouldn't bear herself. You can leave her to me without worrying."
The more she listened, the weirder she felt. How could Yue Tingfeng call out 'Mom' so naturally?
