Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

"I need to ask you something." Fu Yang walked over and dragged a chair to sit by the bed, giving Fu Siyu’s phone a fleeting glance. Thɪs chapter is updated by ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet

"Speak."

Fu Siyu turned off his phone and looked at Fu Yang.

"Who is my mom?" Fu Yang’s eyes were intense. "Don’t tell me I really popped out of a rock."

This question, Fu Yang had often asked it when he was very young.

Because, whether it was his playmates or the kindergarten friends, they all had mothers, except for him.

At that time, Fu Siyu’s answer was that he would tell him when he grew up.