Only you are not the same

Xiao Yan raised his hand and caressed Little Treasure's hair, "That requires your mother's consent."

"Uncle, do you like my mother?" Little Treasure blinked as he asked.

Xiao Yan nodded, he liked his very much, and Yang Yu's woman suited his taste very well.

"Then that's it! I'll take care of it for my mother! " The five-year-old patted his chest in assurance.

Xiao Yan smiled and did not take the words of a five year old seriously. "Alright, then I'll have to trouble Little Treasure!"

"You're welcome!" Little Treasure laughed, completely unaware that he had sold his own mother.

Jiang Shuxia was both physically and mentally exhausted. When she woke up, the sky had already darkened and it was raining heavily outside.

She moved her arms and realized that there was a warm embrace pressed against her back.