Xi Jinping meets with King Willem-Alexander of the Netherlands


family. Fortunately, these people exist and help, otherwise it would definitely be very tiring for his mother to do so many things for his marriage. The moment she was hugged by him, the tears in Lan Yuhua’s eyes seemed to flow faster and faster. She couldn’t control it at all, so she could only bury her face in his chest and let her tears flow freely. “You…what did you call me?” Xi Shixun’s eyes suddenly widened and he looked at her in disbelief. “Why do you hate mom so much?” she asked her seven-year-old son in a heartbroken voice. Seven years old is not too young to be ignorant. She is his biological mother. “There is no one else here except the two of us. What are you afraid of?”