Delicate mother of a villian

The look and the five senses were exactly the same as her son, but the ‘child’ in front of her wasn’t the same as the little guy just now.

Just after she said that, a very tender voice but with a mature tone of ridicule came, “I’m him, he’s me? Oh …”

Raising an eyebrow, Fu Yu’s eyes were on Xia An. Those dark eyes looked cold and full of ridicule.

“If we are the same person, why can you accept him and not me?”

Xia An was speechless for a while.

After a long silence, she finally said something when she saw the ridicule on Fu Yu’s face getting heavier, “But human emotions are different. Even if you are one person, but my emotions are different for the two.”