It's just... Lu Yuteng looks at his mother's pale face. Although his face hasn't changed much, the fine wrinkles around his eyes are indisputable facts! Youth, so wasted, Lu Yuteng can not help but sigh, which is to let him think of a thing.

“…… Mother, who is that man? " Lu Yuteng slightly gathers his black eyes and looks dim.

what kind of person will make way to build a wife?

what is the truth? Just now, because the old man and his son are here, Nan Xiuning is vague. At this moment, there are only two left. Lu Yuteng has to ask!

nothing else, just as a son,...