Zheng Yueru stood up when she heard Xiao Yang and Xiao Lingxiang's words.

She looked at the two men in silence.

One is her favorite husband, the other is her favorite son. Lingxiang, Xiaoyang, you are finally going to fulfill Xiao Jia's long-cherished wish for a century. I don't know what to say. Like Mohan, I just hope you can finish the task smoothly and come back as soon as possible.

Xiao Lingxiang knew that she still couldn't help worrying about herself and Xiao Yang. She walked over and patted her on the shoulder. "Moon, you and Mohan, and Moon's at home, waiting for us." We will surely fulfill Xiao's...