Chapter 34 The Photographs of the Mother and Son

In the end, she emerged victorious, and he was utterly defeated. He even had to pay for all the furniture in her house, including her son's toys. As it had already been exquisitely decorated, they were able to move in directly. Of course, the costly price of the apartment did make Miao Xiaobei feel more than a little heartache. However, in order to let her son live more comfortably and have a real home, she felt that the price was worth it. One week after moving in, Murong Ling turned up at their door dead drunk late in the night. She had never seen him looking so haggard and pathetic before. She couldn't bear to leave him outside alone, so she dragged him into the house. It took her a lot of effort, but she eventually managed to pull him onto the sofa. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." "Uh, what?" Miao Xiaobei could barely make out his drunk mumbles. She could not make sense of what he was saying, so she bent her body lower and leaned into him. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."