C1259 Explanation of Funeral Matters

"Little He, don't you think I don't have a son, just you, me and my child? How could I hurt you?" Fong Molin sat by the bed and gently tried to reason with Fu Rongzhan.

Fu Rongzhan smiled charmingly. Her unique voice was delicate and pleasant to listen to. "Why don't you have a child? The son you gave birth to with your wife is now twenty years old."

"That child was born weak and sickly