: Central: We will strive for time to update daily, but there is no guarantee. . . Copywriter: I, Situ Gandang, have lived for thirty-five years. I think I can withstand wind and rain and rough seas, but God loves to joke too much! First, my precious son, who was holding it in my hand and hurting, was abducted by a man. I accepted this, but God knows that my precious son dared to get pregnant for me? ! As soon as that man heard that he was going to be a father, he didn't even say goodbye and left in a cool way! What a bastard! But now I can no longer care about this. My precious son is clamoring on the rooftop to jump off the building. How could I just watch my son die? Qian Jun pulled his son back from the edge of the balcony at the last moment, but it was strange that he was getting further and further away from his precious son. My body fell straight down, as if I saw my son calling daddy in despair, tears falling down. Son, dad, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that you are fine, then I, Situ Gandang, can face the old woman despite being under the spell of Jiuquan...