Uncle, my mother is dying

If you Xi were to go over, Xia Anlan might ... Might be a little more lenient on the account of the child. He was a child and no one was following him.

She hoped that this plan would work. If it did not work in front of Xia Anlan, she had another way. She could get you Xi to call Master Xia. She could just keep crying without saying anything.

In fact, Grandpa Xia had always liked you Xi. When she brought you Xi home in the past, Grandpa Xia doted on him a lot.

The gears in Xia rushuang's head turned quickly. Her son was the last thing she could use.

You Xi was so frightened by Xia rushuang that he stood rooted to the ground, almost dumbfounded. He had never seen his mother so terrifying. Her face was pale and bloodless, and her eyes were bloodshot. He was so scared.

You Xi's body trembled non-stop, his eyes filled with fear.