Su Qingying was sold by her step-grandmother as soon as she wore it. She went to find the other party to withdraw from the marriage, but she was persuaded to marry him instead. She raised her son by herself, and when she finally got news of him, she heard that he was beautiful Waiting around! Is it tolerable or unbearable! Facing the crying little bun who hugged her thigh and asked for her father, Su Qingying put on a straight face and put her waist on her hips: Son, your father died.