Diao Chan's fingers crossed the boy's cheek, and tears fell on his forehead. Mom, you are the only one left, your father is gone. Lu Xiaotian suddenly opened his eyes and sat up. One second he was moving bricks at the construction site, and the next second he was in this broken house. The woman in front of me wears coarse clothes with disheveled hair, which cannot hide her beautiful face. What did she just say? Son? Is Diao Chan his mother? The most beautiful woman in the Three Kingdoms is his mother, so who is his father?
