"Mohan, do you hate your mother?" Mrs. Zhou stood up and looked at Lin Mohao. A trace of mist rose in her eyes. There seemed to be countless words in her eyes. She wanted to speak to Lin Mohao.

Lin Mohan smiled.'Sorry, I don't have a mother. My mother died when I was very young.

"Mo Hao..." Mrs. Zhou's face was full of unspeakable loneliness.

"If you are really my mother, why did you leave me and Dad when I was very young? Why haven't you come to us for so many years?

At this moment, Lin Mohan's emotions accumulated in his heart for more than twenty years all burst...