As soon as Feng Xi finished speaking, her three sons began to cry again.
Feng Xi's head started to hurt again ...
"I won't send you off, I won't send you off!" He then said in disbelief.
Then, the crying stopped abruptly. The god-like synchronized movements made it impossible for one not to believe it.
"Alright, I'll accept my fate ..."
Feng Xi shook her head helplessly. This was definitely his son. He loved him so much that he couldn't leave him.
In the future, he can't even be raised as a son, but as an ancestor!
Helian Sheng looked at Feng Xi who was about to go crazy and wanted to laugh ...
At that time, she didn't have any children, so she wanted children every day. Now that she had children, she had a headache.
Most importantly, he had three sons ...
In the blink of an eye, Feng Xi's child was 100 days old. There was no need to worry about growing up, and the days passed by very quickly.
