She also selfishly thought that this was good. Now that Nie Lin suddenly had Yeqian, she would treat him well in the future.
"What are you crying about? An eighteen-year-old boy, still crying."
"I'm not crying!" Bai Hao suddenly lifted his head, his black, bright eyes shimmering with sparkling tears, resembling a wronged little kitten.
Seeing Qiao Xiaren staring at him, Bai Hao lowered his head and started awkward tearing at a flower he was holding.
He was a good-looking boy too, although not as much as Yeqian, but the lines of his face were very smooth, giving the impression of a boy gradually growing up.
"Is your heart in chaos now?" Qiao Xiaren didn't expose his inner turmoil, "Your foster mother suddenly found her biological son, feeling that she herself might not receive the deserved motherly love in the future. At the same time, you feel guilty, thinking that it was your appearance that caused Yeqian to endure those pains."
"I don't think that way!"
