Freshman report day.
I met Meng Beichen who had been divorced for five years.
He also said that he never wanted to see my son again.
Meng Beichen stepped forward nervously,
"Ashuang, what a coincidence, Ozawa has been assigned to your class."
I just took the student information form businesslikely.
The mother's column clearly says "Cheng Jiaxin".
At this time, the son squeezed out the word "Mom" from between his teeth.
I raised my eyes and looked at this face that was closely related to me.
"Just call me Teacher Lin."
Meng Beichen stopped talking, "A Shuang, you are different from before."
I laughed.
In fact, there is no difference.
It's just me, I don't love them anymore.
