In the end, Shen LAN could only look at her eldest son, whom she had raised with her own hands and whom she relied on the most.
Jing Hui, you, you, you have to speak up for me. I'm doing this for you. Yao Yuqing is not worthy of you. Believe me, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you
"Mom, you've really gone too far this time." Surprisingly, li Jinghui did not pity his marriage with Duan mu 'er. Instead, he took a step forward and embraced Yao Yuqing, who was now unrecognizable.
Li Jinghui, who had always been a second generation and had no sense of responsibility.
But now, he was like a man, protecting his wife.
