For some people, going home is a painful affair, especially when your own mother doesn't recognize you.
As soon as they landed, Di Zhuomala, who was here for the first time, barely had time to marvel at the scenery before a fragrant breeze greeted them, followed by a captivating shout.
"Sweetheart! I've missed you to death."
Li Yueqi's birth mother, Mrs. Qin Ruyue, dressed in a frost-colored dress, rushed over with a gait not fitting her status.
After calling out, she pursed her lips, her eyes full of emotion, resembling a mother seeing her child return home.
If that face were imprinted onto a textbook, it could directly be used as a fill-in-the-blank question, with the correct answer being my mother.
However, the expressionless Li Yueqi had a different view, thinking the correct answer should be amended to "Even the fool has their day."
Just as she expected, Mrs. Qin Ruyue charged past her with no pause, scooped up Chen Qin, rubbed his face fiercely, and then ran off.
