“No matter what, Li Tongzhi has been with him for more than ten years. Now, he has sent her to a mental hospital. Ha, I really don’t know who my next step-mother will be.”
Mu Siyin could not help but think of twelve years ago. Her mother had just been buried, and Li Tongzhi had been brought home by her father. At that time, did Li Tongzhi ever think that one day, her fate would be equally miserable?
This was the so-called river flows east for 30 years, and West for 30 years.
Actually, women were sometimes quite sad.
When Shi Beiyu heard this, he couldn’t help but tighten his arms around her. He said in a low voice, “You’re Mine Now. No matter who he marries, it has nothing to do with you.”
Mu Siyin was very touched. She looked up at him and curled her lips slightly. “Yes, you’re right. It has nothing to do with me if he marries a few more people. However, I’m looking forward to seeing who will be mu Xingyu’s stepmother.”
