Ye Liangqiu wanted to say something, but he didn't have the chance.
she sat where she was and did not move. she was thinking about whether it was right or wrong to agree to mu yun going to the tang family.
all these years, mu yun's life had been more difficult than any other child's. he had simply brought forward his life plan by ten years. ten years, he had to pay a huge price. now, other than the little bit of mosquito blood in his heart that xue 'er had, he had become a completely cold-blooded businessman.
Ye Liangqiu vaguely remembered that her son was only 20 years old. He should have been at the age where he could have fallen in love, but he had completed his career early and was preparing for marriage.
And in little Mumu's room, the two girls, who were four years apart, were like the same age, lying on the bed together and talking about their little worries.
