The conspiracy showed its fangs in a place he didn't know, piercing his throat in front of the truth.
"What happened later?" Li Sinian asked.
Yang Song's voice had a deliberately suppressed calmness: "Then one day, he came back, and my mother recalled that the sun was very good that day, he sat on the balcony and smoked, sitting for a long, long time, and his aunt cooked and called him, but he didn't eat." My mother asked me to go over and ask him what was wrong. He picked me up, put him on his lap, and looked at me for a long time. Then he asked me, if Dad had no money, couldn't buy the little skirt you liked, and couldn't take you to see the sea, would you blame Dad? I don't remember at that time, how would I know how to answer this kind of topic. My mother later told me that what I sa
