Poor Parents in the World

Just as she walked upstairs and cautiously closed the door, Xia Qinglee let out a long sigh of relief. She was so scared that cold sweat seeped out of her forehead.

"Then why did you call him home? I have already. . . "

Before she could finish speaking, Zhang Rou's eyes turned red. She was used to seeing her laughing and laughing. This made her heart feel even heavier.

"I don't have many wishes in my life. I only hope that the two children will live a happy life in the future. Your parents passed away early and I have already regarded you as my own child. I am also relieved that I can personally choose a husband for you in the future. "

As she spoke, Zhang Rou's tears dripped down, and she was still unable to stop herself even though a large piece of tissue had opened up.