"Miss, can you please pass me the ball? Thank you." The six-year-old mixed boy had rosy lips and pearly teeth. The smile on his chubby face made Tang Qiu's heart flutter.
This child was the little boy in the photo…
"Here." Tang Qiu handed the ball to him stiffly. The moment she came into contact with the child, something suddenly eased. Tang Qiu knew why Jiang Shaocheng had to bring her to M Country; she had resisted internally, but didn't voice anything out.
It would be a lie to say that she wasn't looking forward to the trip, but she was afraid too. In fact, after learning about Tang Linxi, the truth wasn't any easier to bear; now she was also a stain on her mother's life.
But however worthy of Tang Linxi's loathing she might be, Tang Qiu wanted to see her mother, who only existed in her memory. All these years, she had never felt the love of her family. It was like being trash that had been discarded by the world.
