Watching Mother Ji bring Ji Xifan down from upstairs, Ye Zhiyu looked at her son and felt that he was white and soft, like a milk pudding.

She wondered why she had rejected him like that and even felt his birth was shameful for her in the previous life.

Ji Xifan also saw her and his big eyes lit up. He ran over with his short legs and stretched out his hands to ask for a hug.

"Mommy..."

Ye Zhiyu hugged her son and kissed him on the cheek. ...