Song Zhiwei looked at the loneliness in her eyes, and her heart felt like needles pricking her heart. Her Xiaoya was only three years old and she already tasted loneliness. Song Zhiwei lowered his eyes sadly, held her on his lap, and hugged her tightly.

She is really, really incompetent and does not deserve to be called mother at all.

Her daughter's directors were all forced out by life, and she knew that she was not qualified to be willful.

Song Zhiwei kissed the ...