“um, yes.”
“Before Xiaofan left, he entrusted this little guy to me.”
“Maybe this is the last blood of the Chu family.”
When Ye Fan was mentioned, grandma’s heart ached.
For so many years, grandma has experienced a lot of life and death, originally, he had already taken all of these things lightly.
However, what happened to Ye Fan was a huge blow to her after all.
After all, Ye Fan is the child of the Chu family that she has valued the most for many years.
But now, it ended like this.
To experience the pain of a white-haired man sending a black-haired man again, it is undoubtedly extremely cruel for an old man who is over a hundred years old.
“Grandma Chu, can I hug him?”
The woman couldn’t hide her excitement, and asked softly with trembling words.
From the beginning to the end, the woman’s gaze never moved away from Chu Lin’s body.
Seeing this, Old Madam Chu seemed to realize something.
Her expression trembled suddenly, “Xiao Yun, this child, could it be?”
Yes, the woman in front of her was none other than Tang Yun, the former master of the Truman family who disappeared after the first battle of the Truman family.
Tang Yun didn’t speak, but walked towards Chu Lin.
She stretched out her hands, trying to hug the little guy.
But Chu Lin shrank his head in fear and hid behind his grandma.
Obviously a little afraid of Tang Yun.
Chu Lin’s appearance obviously made Tang Yun extremely uncomfortable and disappointed.
Flesh and blood, but strangers.
In this world, this is probably the most sad thing for a mother.
“Xiao Lin, don’t be afraid, Aunt Tang is your father’s friend, she came to visit you on your father’s behalf.”
The old lady Chu comforted her from the side.
“Really?”
“Have you seen my dad?”
“When will Dad come back to pick me up?”
When Chu Lin heard his father’s name, he immediately became excited.
He raised his head and kept asking Tang Yun.
With tears in her eyes, Tang Yun didn’t speak.
He just stepped forward, hugged Chu Lin into his arms forcefully, and kept shouting sorry, sorry.
That’s right, in Tang Yun’s life, the man she was most sorry for was probably the little boy in front of her.
She gave her life, she didn’t raise him well.
She gave him the chance to know the world, but failed to give him any company.
Instead, over and over again, let him suffer.
Sometimes, Tang Yun thought, if she hadn’t given birth to him for a while, maybe this little guy wouldn’t have suffered so much and experienced so many separations.
“Son, I’m sorry, I’m sorry”
“It’s all my fault, I’m sorry for you”
Tang Yun was crying so hard that the sadness in her words could not stop sweeping like an ocean.
The little guy was completely frightened.