"Oh, it was my uncle who lent Mommy the money."

"If it is not an uncle, my grandmother may be in danger."

That night, Yang Shuting chatted for a long time in Xinyan's room, and almost didn't go to bed until more than ten o'clock.

However, Yang Shuting didn't fall asleep, but looked at the dark room with a pair of black eyes, gently stroking her daughter in her arms, but thinking about some past things in her mind. How did she meet him seven years ago? Did she have her own destiny, because her daughter brought them together tightly seven years later?

Gently she got out of bed and...