Before Su Ruowan could put on a proper facial expression, the father and son had arrived in front of her.
With a flushed face, Jing Yanxi pointed at Su Ruowan and said shyly, "Uncle Muchen, this is the person I like."
He then held Jing Muchen's big hand and introduced him to Su Ruowan proudly, "Beautiful sister, this is Uncle Muchen. He will take part in the competition with me today. He is excellent, so I must win the first prize today."
Su Ruowan lowered her head and deliberately covered her face with the peaked cap to avoid Jing Muchen's gaze. But seeing the excitement on Jing Yanxi's face, she felt sorry and angry at the same time. Jing Yanxi was Jing Muchen's own son. But why did he find someone else to raise Jing Yanxi and ask the little boy to call him Uncle Muchen?
And her? She was Jing Yanxi's mother, but she couldn't tell him the truth. She was more pathetic and hateful than Jing Muchen, wasn't she?