Fang Qing woke up from her rental house with her three-and-a-half-year-old son in her arms, and her phone was flooded with debt collection messages. Today in her previous life, she was tricked into going to a bar by a scumbag and had to jump off a building to keep her innocence. The son lay on the bedside and said, "Mom, don't cry, I will protect you." Fang Qing wiped her face, OK, then live a good life. She drew a picture at random, but she didn't expect that the scene she drew would come true the next day. What was even more unexpected was that the man in the painting came to her door and said that the child was his and that he wanted to marry her. Fang Qing looked at her son who was chewing chicken legs next to her and thought to herself, who is your father? Why don't I recognize him?
