Hearing Huilin's words, Lin Mohan took a deep breath, summoned up courage and nodded, "I... I will."

A cloud of mist rose in Huilin's eyes.

She gazed at Lin Mohao and her voice trembled, "Mohao, you... Can you give me a call? Mom? "

Huilin finally said what she longed for.

Ever since she met Lin Mohao at that charity dinner, she had been looking forward to Lin Mohao calling herself a mother.

However, at the Linjia family in Jiangcheng, Huilin refused to let Lin Mohan call her mother.

This time...

I don't know if Lin Mohan will agree with himself.

Lin Mohan's chest is constantly undulating, as if intense...