"Xiaojun, go away, not a culvert." Hai Qingqing took Mo Xiaojun's hand and looked at his expression of extreme yearning and intolerance. Hai Qingqing's heart was a little hurt, thinking that since Mo Xiaojun could put down Xia Yihan and run with her children to the hospital and home, her husband valued this family so much, she could not ask for anything.

Mo Xiaojun looks at the closed door, where are you? He lifted his legs like a jack. Did he leave? Don't you want to leave? When a culvert is absent, reason tells him to find one.

Looking at the reluctant old land, Mo Xiaojun strode out with a...