Autumn in England, both wet and cold...
In the hall, Mo Lanting was chatting with Xiao Bai.
Ye Huanyan was sorting through the luggage on her own, Ye Menghua came in silently to help her organize Xiao Bai's clothes.
"Yanyan, Xiao Bai is so cute, he really looks like you when you were little!"
Ye Huanyan glanced at her indifferently, "Do you know what I looked like when I was little?"
Ye Menghua was at a loss for words.
Indeed, after an awkward silence, "Actually, when you were little, I secretly went to see you a few times. But because I didn't have money, I couldn't give you anything, so I just took a glance and left."
Ye Huanyan bent down, folding the clothes in her hands, which were Xiao Bai's clothes and socks and the like.
"Stop saying it! Don't apologize, if you're truly remorseful, be nicer to Xiao Bai..."
"About the child's father..."
"Don't bring this up again! Otherwise, I'll move out with Xiao Bai immediately!!"
