"Mom, I love the food you make. Can you cook for me more in the future?"
Fang Yueqiu was first startled. She then nodded constantly with a smile as she burst into tears of joy.
"Of course. I'll make whatever you like for you in the future. As long as you like eating, I'll make your favorite dishes for you for the rest of my life."
Seeing the mother and son, who were hugging in relief without barriers, Song Zhuohai and Old Master Song both showed a grateful and pleased smile.
However, Song Zhuolan and her son were completely different.
Song Zhuolan had spent so much effort all these years to make the Song family have no successors, allowing the family to fall into her son's hands.
However, once Song Zixuan returned, the Song family would become his and would have nothing to do with her son.
This was something Song Zhuolan didn't want to see.
