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"If he falls, then he falls, he's not your son!"
The man said in a low voice, the bright eyes in the darkness swept over with deeper agile amusement, "Why are you so agitated?"
"But he is your own nephew!"
Su Li blurted out without thinking much, her light tone filled with a petulant flavor, "He's Nuannuan's son, you know. If it were someone else's child, I wouldn't care at all!"
After her own child was lost, every time she saw a child, she couldn't help but fantasize about what her own would have looked like, and with that imagination, her mood would grow quite heavy.
Therefore, she hardly ever touched children, but Little Xingchen was an exception. This exception was because he was Ye Nuanxi's son, Huo Beichen's nephew. Ever since the little guy started calling her "Auntie" in that soft voice, she couldn't let go of him anymore.
