Mrs. Meishan held the chicken-egg-sized phonograph in both hands and hugged it tightly to her chest. She completely lost her dignified and generous image in the past day.
"Jiang Xiaolou, you return Xuan'er to me, you return my Xuan'er to me..."
The man knelt down beside the woman weakly, stretched out his arms to hug her, and sobbed: "Okay, I'll return Xuan'er to you."
Then the crying subsided, and the people in the room changed back and forth a few times.
Just as the curse of the Yan Wangfu tore his flesh and blood, he felt a pair of warm and firm arms pick him up from the bed.
It was the man named "Jiang Xiaolou", the father of that young master Jiang.
Jiang Xuan's mouth and nose were full of blood, and his throat was full of blood foam.
When he thought he was the child of Long Nv Acacia, he never knew that the children of the original normal family, besides the mother, also had the father.