In my previous life, I spoiled my younger son like a wolf, and forced my eldest son and daughter into grass.
Before he died, the "Wenquxing" I held in the palm of my hand was squatting in the casino, cursing me to die early so that he could use my compensation to pay off his gambling debts.
But my eldest son, who had been despised by me all his life and had a broken leg, knelt in front of the bed, held my cold hand and cried heartbrokenly.
God has eyes and lets me live again.
This time, I won't be biased.
The younger son wants to be a literary star? OK, go read it in the bullpen.
Your eldest son and daughter want to study? Okay, mom will sell everything for you!
In this life, I want to hold the two children I owe in the palm of my hand. As for that white-eyed wolf?
Walk slowly and don't give away.
