Let Go Of My Mom

Yuanyuan turned around, looking at his father who looked very similar to him.

Of course, he looked like his father, more and more like him.

He had seen his father's pictures when he was in middle school. He was almost the same as himself. When he showed the photos to his teacher and classmates, they all believed that the person in the picture was him.

"Dad, can I ask you a question?" Yuanyuan hesitated for a moment, but asked out anyway.

Mo Yixuan put on an extremely faint smile. "Ask away."

Yuanyuan gave out a hum. After thinking for a few seconds, he said.

"If my mother is with Uncle Ye, will you be sad?" Yuanyuan's voice was teeming with doubts, and after that, he found that his father's look almost instantly changed, becoming pale, even worse.

Mo Yixuan frowned tightly, and his black eyes were soon filled with deep depression.