what are you doing" Walking to the kitchen doorway, Cheng Kexin saw the tiny figure standing on a small stool under her aunt's help, diligently stirring the porridge in the pot. 。“Mommy, you’re up!”..."Miss, we're here." 。aken, if it really was him who did this, then what will become of the two of themFor their child, should she forgive him Or for herselfShe seemed to be resisting his tenderness less and less. Just lik...