Although she hurt herself time and time again, she was related by blood after all. If she didn't save her, her conscience would be uneasy.

Ling Xiaowei found a wooden stick, stretched it out in front of Liu Rumeng and said, "Grab the stick and I'll pull you out."

Fortunately, the fire did not burn her body, but the scorching temperature almost melted her, and Ling Xiaowei felt her stomach pain getting worse.

"Xiaowei, it's my mother who is sorry for you. It doesn't matter if you hate me. You... help Fang Qi! Let's go! Let's go quickly."

The fire was getting bigger and bigger, and Liu Rumeng knew that she couldn't escape, and if she continued to delay, Ling Xiaowei wouldn't be able to escape either.

"Let's go! I'm not a good mother." Liu Rumeng pushed away the stick and merged into the fire.

Ling Xiaowei sat on the ground blankly, feeling uncomfortable and wanting to cry, but her heart really hurt.

Liu Rumeng, are you really not a good mother? Why are you not a good mother? You just gave all your love to Fang Qi.

It's going to cost you your life, but you will never forget your son until your death, asking her to help Fang Qi.

"Xiaowei..."

Someone not far away called her name.
Chapter completed!