"You, who are you?" Li Changlin looked at Fu Mandie bewilderedly and found her to be a kind noblewoman. He felt that she was very amicable and seemed familiar, as if he had met her somewhere before.
He shook his head forcefully. Li Changlin, no matter how hard he thought, had no recollection, but he knew his feelings wouldn't deceive him. He must have met this woman somewhere; perhaps the memory had faded due to the passage of time.
"My name is Fu Mandie, and I am your mother," she said gently, looking at her son, her whole body trembling with excitement.
It had been twenty years, a full twenty years. Twenty years ago, she had been in repentance due to the disappearance of her second son and had turned to Buddhism shortly after, never expecting that twenty years later, she would see her son again.
At this moment, Fu Mandie was extremely excited.
Huang Yingjie, who was standing next to Li Changlin, was already stunned.