That night, Mo Leng took away Yimeng's first night and left in a hurry. But since that night, Mo Leng would always think of Yimeng every time it was late at night. I sent people to look for him, but there was no news. Five years later, Yimeng returned with a little boy by his side. . . Mo Leng: "Yimeng, let's be together!" Yimeng: "Uncle, are you..." Mo Leng: "Xingxing, are you my son?" Ai Xingshuo: "Sir, please call me Mr. Ai" Mo Leng: "..."