come."Seeing him throw the blame onto himself, Mo Junyi glared at him impatiently, "Uncle, as my mother would say, you're blind to the truth, pretending not to see it. It was you who was more curious...Every time Feng Ming went out of the mansion and strolled around town, she would bring her gifts.

Over the past six months, An Xue Tang has long become accustomed to it.

And every time Feng Ming came back, she brought unusual and interesting things - things that He had never seen before.

Feng Ming, still holding An An, walked to the table and nudged it with her chin. "Open it and see," she said.ng's mother.Mo Yunjing's mother's portrait was something she had seen with her own eyes, and Mo Yunjing had also told her that his mother's appearance was exactly the same as in the painting.So, the w...