"He has a name. His name is Guo'er." Lin Mo said softly.
What was going on with this person? Why did he always call his child a brat?
Perhaps he did not believe that this child was his own flesh and blood, so he could not help but feel estranged from him.
The blood relationship between father and son was endless. Lin Mo believed that one day, Yue Chen would believe that this child was his own flesh and blood.
Tonight, she once again hugged and slept, hugging Little Jasmine in her arms. Yue Chen deeply furrowed brows finally relaxed. For her, everything was worth it.
His embrace and guilt apology for a month in a row finally melted the ice in her heart.
She finally believed that her former Yue Chen brother had returned and was still as affectionate as before.
Women were like flowers.
