Later, Mr. Yi Chased His Wife to the Crematorium.

Five years ago, a superior woman threw a check to Mu Dongzhi: "If you give birth to a child, you don't have to worry about your mother's medical expenses." Five years later, a cute little boy looked at Mu Dongzhi pitifully: "Mom, don't you want Xiaoyi anymore?" The man who had always been domineering and proud took Mu Dongzhi's hand: "Dongzhi, stay with me. Xiaoyi needs you, and I... Also need you."