Xiao Yifeng did not know that he was about to have a daughter, and this daughter would grow up to be exceptionally talented, almost demonic in existence, and later even save her father's life.
In that small village in China, in a room, Su Yan sat on one side, watching her slumbering son, Xiao Fan, in the cradle next to her, her face filled with deep love and maternal radiance.
"Child, you must grow up safe and sound, live well. I don't ask for you to be wealthy and powerful in the future; I just hope for you to live an ordinary life."
Su Yan said softly.
"Little Yan, are you really not planning to let Little Fan see his biological father? Without a father's presence, the child's childhood isn't perfect."
Then, the farmer woman who took care of Su Yan came in and said.
"We'll talk about it later, I haven't made up my mind yet!"
Su Yan's expression was somewhat complex, a little conflicted and hesitant.
