"It's just a play, why are you so involved?" Su Ling was absentminded for too long, and Li Tianjue directly stuffed the tissue into her hand.

Su Ling wiped her tears, her eyelids were crystal clear red.

Ximen Ye stepped forward and held Qi Meihui's painting hand, "Mom, Su Ling comes back once in a while, so don't joke with her! Don't you miss her very much?"

"She is not my daughter!" Qi Meihui said innocently.

"Why isn't she your daughter? She looks exactly ...