Ye Yingsu raised her hand to touch his head, "Let's not send him away for now. Wait until your body recovers a bit more, then we'll talk again, and I'll discuss with them."
"It's okay; sooner or later, it's the same. When I grow up, I will definitely come back to find you all." Xiao Yi's eyes conveyed understanding.
But seeing him like this, it made Ye Yingsu's heart ache even more.
Back then, she had no choice but to agree to Lan Liehuo to save his life.
Reaching out to embrace him, Ye Yingsu said, "Let me think about it. Maybe there's another way."
Watching her son so heartbroken and sad, how could she bear to send him away?
"What other way could there be?" Xiao Yi's voice was somewhat dejected.
"Your grandmother just wants a grandson. When I give birth, I'll send the child for her to raise, and mother will never leave you again." Ye Yingsu's eyes were slightly moist.
