Late at night, there was still a light in the study. Ding Yiyi had obviously cried. In front of her son, she did not hide her sadness.

"It's my fault. I'm sorry for you. You've been treated so unfairly since you were a child."

"No one is wrong, but life is fickle."

Ding Yidun paused, his eyes dim. Yeah, life is changeable. If he knew at this time that the Ye family had a future, and Ye Zhao was his own child, she didn't feel sorry for him, what would he think?

How she wanted him to be the first to know that it was their children, their children!

She...