Fu Fengyi motioned her not to say more: "It's not that she doesn't attach importance to Ye Zhao, but that ink and wash is a poor child, isn't it?"

"Grandma, you don't have to say, I know how to do it." Ding Yiyi opened his mouth.

"Bring ink in your arms." Fu Fengyi said to the housekeeper.

Mammy took Ye ink in her arms and Fu Fengyi took it personally. She was very careful to see that Ding Yiyi had another pain in her heart.

For the first time, she saw this little life. It was really small. Her facial features were wrinkled. She was sucking her fingers all the...