On one side, there's her lover, and on the other, her son—how could either side not be dear like the palm or back of her hand? Luo Xiaoqian was simply filled with helplessness.
At this moment, Leng Lin had already brought the photo album and handed it to Luo Jun.
"Mo Mo, come take a look at this."
Luo Jun lifted his small face and looked at the photo album in his hand, then Leng Lin opened it and showed it to him.
The little one immediately recognized his mom in the wedding dress in the photo album and naturally also recognized Leng Zimo, the man smiling and embracing Luo Xiaoqian.
A flash of surprise crossed his eyes as he took the album and started flipping through it himself. It wasn't until he reached the last page that the little one lifted his face again, looking at Luo Xiaoqian with confusion.
"Why does mom have pictures with Uncle Zimo?"
Luo Xiaoqian crouched down, "Because Uncle Zimo is your dad!"
The little one's eyes instantly lit up but soon turned dim.
