I wonder if Ni Yang and Zheng Xianjing together designed this stunt!
After all, they're birds of a feather.
Mo Baichuan narrowed his eyes.
"Little fellow." Li Xianxian looked at Fuwa gently, "You've mistaken me for someone else. I'm really not your mother."
Amidst his crying, Fuwa insisted, "You are! You are my mother! You really are my mother!"
Li Xianxian left when Zhou Fuwa was barely a year old, an infant. What could an infant remember?
These words were surely Zheng Xianjing's doing.
Reunited with her biological son after six years, Li Xianxian felt not the expected emotional stirrings, but endless regret.
She regretted leaving too hurriedly and not ending the little monster's life.
If only she had killed him, there would be no troubles like these today!
