"Mom, there's no home." Lin Qiaoshan continued to persuade her mother that her guilt was even deeper.

Lin Jing just squinted at her quietly and said, "You can say what you want."

My daughter was brought up with painstaking efforts, and she was clear about what she was thinking, although there was also a concern for herself in the middle.

Lin Qiaoshan took a deep look at Lin Jing and began to speak after careful consideration.

"Mom, did Ayao come to see you the other day?"

"Hmm." Lin Jing did not conceal it, but nodded faintly.

Lin Qiaoshan took a deep breath and continued to ask, "Is there anyone else...