C161 Selection of Miyagi(2)

That afternoon, under the faint sunlight, in Gong Mo's warm arms like a father, Gong Ling had spent sixteen years of her tears. Her eyes were red like a rabbit, and her voice was hoarse on the second day.

"Ling, what's wrong with you? Did someone bully you by telling your little aunt that I'm your judge?" Yun Weirann was lying on the bed