One is the proud son of heaven, coming from a noble family;
One is a miserable orphan girl, leaning on a tile and hanging on a railing.
Ling Sihao: "Su Xuan, although I can't give you love, as long as you don't betray me, I can promise you lifelong protection."
Su Xuan smiled, pushed him away gently, and walked out without hesitation. If his so-called protection is to have enough food and clothing, then that's fine.
Reunited again, Ling Sihao looked at the little boy in Su Xuan's arms, pulled his lips and sneered: "We haven't seen each other for a long time, the taste has become so unique?"
Su Xuan clenched her hands tightly, Ling Sihao, from now on, Doudou is my only son.