Ao Xue took the bottle of wine and gave it a meal. He didn't care to shrug his shoulders. "So what? What did you tell me to do and treat me as her mother? Oh, by the way, she now recognizes me as a fucking mother, you are her fucking mother, you said your husband is not my husband.

Listening to the inversion of logic, Ding Yiyi frowned. "She burned and her face was disfigured."

The bottle fell to the ground, and the rest of the wine was scattered everywhere, and they were both heavily stained.

"How come?"

"Her friend made a suicide attempt by turning on gas in her...