Compared to their conflict and argument, Feng Jianing valued the present more because no matter what happened in the past, it couldn't be changed. All they could do was work hard to live in the present and fight for a beautiful future.
Fu Anlan sat on the ground and rolled her eyes. "Since Feng Qing is Feng Yiru's biological daughter, hand her over to Xian Cheng."
Feng Jianing sat on the sofa and said softly as she held her stomach, "Mom, you're right, but you brought so many people to catch Qingqing, didn't you still return empty-handed?"
Upon hearing this, Fu Anlan glared at him. "Go and deal with her if you have the ability. Also, from now on, don't call me Mom. I'm not your mother because I can't give birth to a bastard like you."
