"That's not necessary; as long as Little Fu still holds a place for Mom in his heart, that's enough!"
Bai Xue's eyes brimmed with tears—truly a mix of sorrow and joy.
She suffered great grievances from her eldest son.
But through her youngest son, she found happiness.
Li Qingyan was also happy for Bai Xue. Out of two sons, at least one wasn't like that.
It seemed not to be an issue of education; some people remain untainted despite growing in muddy waters, while others manage to sully themselves even on pure white snow.
"Mom, can I sit down and eat with you? It's so boring inside; the adults keep talking in circles—don't they get tired?"
Zhu Fu said with a smile.
"Sure, of course!"
Bai Xue let her son sit beside her, as if all previous grievances had been resolved.
"Hmm?"
Ye Fei suddenly looked toward the hotel entrance, and two people unexpectedly walked in—it was Yang Qi and Ye Qianqian.
He waved his hand.
Yang Qi came over with a smile.
"Is this Li's friend?"
