Yi Feng looked at Jiang Yifang and hesitated for a moment. He nodded. "Okay, aunt, then you can take care of the fine foam."

"You child, what you say is out of sight, Qingmo is also my daughter. Now, she regards me as a mother, and I'm glad it's too late." Jiang Yifang knows that everything now is just an illusion of Yu Qingmo to her.

But even if it's all fake, she's happy.

Maybe it's Jiang Yifang who thinks she's at this point now. What she once lost has been lost. Now, as long as she sees that the children can be well and happy, it's enough. Otherwise, there's...