“Where’s Fang Yu? Does he know that our son has been born?”
Seeing Wei Jiameng asking with hope, Ji Xueshan still yawned lazily. “He should know! I just notified him and Young Master Yi! Young Master Yi has replied to the message, but he hasn’t made any move yet!”
It was as if a merciless blade had pierced into Wei Jiameng’s heart. She was in so much pain that she almost couldn’t hold the child. Instantly, the joy and happiness of being a mother for the first time was replaced by depression and disappointment. Tears gushed out.
Ji Xueshan slightly raised her lips. Her heart, which had been bitten by jealousy just now, felt slightly better. So what if Wei Jiameng gave birth to the heir of Wanfang Group? It was still not like she was unloved and loved. After all, not every woman in this world was as lucky as he yi.
“He Yi, where are you?”Wei Jiameng held the child and sobbed softly. “I miss you so much! If only you were here! I wouldn’t be so helpless at this time...”