Lian Xinying had told herself before she came that no matter how bitter she felt inside, she must not show it today.
Because she was here to celebrate her son's birthday.
"Hmm," Lian Xinying murmured in acknowledgment before taking a step and walking towards the father and son.
In the half year that Lian Xinying had been gone, the father and son, in the eyes of others, seemed to be living a glorious life, but Jian Yu knew very well that a man without a wife and a boy without a mother had a hard life.
Before Lian Xinying appeared, Yan Ye carried his son around, hoping for her return.
And now that Lian Xinying was there, he became like a statue... perhaps feeling aggrieved inside.
Soon, Lian Xinying reached the father and son.
Xiaocheng took out a photo of Lian Xinying from his pocket and began to compare it with the person in front of him.
"Your makeup skills have reached a peak," Yan Ye scrutinized Lian Xinying's features thoroughly.
She looked nothing like Su Yanxin.
