"Father, Mother," Xiao Yi called. She just remembered that what Li Zheng Yu said was the truth. Whatever mistakes they made, she was still their child.
"Xiao Ling, what's with the screaming?" said Ying Yue whose voice came from the direction of the kitchen.
"It's not me, come here, Mom. Someone wants to meet you," Xiao Ling called with her lips pursed upwards. The look on her face couldn't lie if she didn't like Xiao Yi.
Ying Yue, who was busy in the kitchen, then stepped into the living room. Her steps immediately stopped when she saw Xiao Yi.
After a year of not seeing each other, she didn't expect Xiao Yi to come home. She thought Xiao Yi was dead because there was no news from her.
"What are you going home for? Wouldn't you rather see your parents suffer?" Ying Yue rebuked while sneering at Xiao Yi.
