Liu Ping suddenly stopped, covering her mouth in fear, not daring to continue speaking.
"That's right, just as you thought. Your son has returned." Yun Qi stood with her hands behind her back, her expression indifferent, like a Little Immortal watching a farce in the Human World, neither sad nor happy.
"Xiao Chuan, Xiao Chuan is that you? Don't scare mom..." Liu Ping burst into tears, covering her face, her whole body trembling.
"Mom knows you hate in your heart, but mom had no choice, mom only has Yao Yong by her side now, do you really want to see mom spend the rest of her life in loneliness?" Liu Ping cried and pleaded at the same time.
Yun Qiuce was stunned, "What's going on? This old guy is called Yao Yong? Isn't he your son's father?"
Liu Ping raised her head, unwillingly saying, "Yao Yong and I were a second marriage, Xiao Chuan's dad died a long time ago."
