My mother's brain circuit is clear, and she understands the angle of things, and even the screenwriter doesn't dare to write like this.

If it weren't for my mother's illness, it would be difficult for me to suppress the fire at this moment. Cursing in front of the public like this really made my face bleed.

Fortunately, the baby kept shouting grandma next to him...

"You Are the Firefly to the Evening" Chapter 114: Like a drowning man is hitting the hand, please wait a moment,

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