Xiao Yao finally stood up. With the help of Liu Yanran, his already dizzy head did not fall down. He calmed down and looked at his mother, who was crying with heartache. Xiao Yao forced a smile and said, "I'm sorry, mother. I misunderstood you. I know that you can't bear to punish me, so I have to punish myself."
"What nonsense are you talking about? You are thinking of your father, so what's wrong with you? What's wrong is that I haven't taken care of you for so many years. Since I can hear you call me mom, even if I die, I can still rest in peace!" Liu Yanran stroked Xiao Yao's injured forehead gently. She didn't act like a strong woman at all. "Silly child, you really like to flaunt your superiority. Does it hurt?"
At this moment, even Liu Yanran, who felt a little jealous on one side
