She thought for a moment and added, "Oh, yes! There's one more thing! It's very important! Jiang Yiyu is now a movie emperor! He is loved by many, many people, and everyone loves him very much, and he has also received a lot of love. I have seen his works, and his acting is really great, so I like him very much. In short, everything is fine with him now, and it will get better and better in the future. I will take your love and love him twice as much and protect him, just like he loves me. You can rest assured, he will never be alone again."

Jiang Yiyu looked down at her, his nose felt slightly sore, and the corners of his mouth curled up gently.

Song Shengsheng felt his gaze, looked back at him, and smiled: "You are such a person, I can't help but say that. I just complained to my mother that you are a crybaby, and now you are crying again."

Jiang Yiyu turned around and hugged her in his arms. He leaned over and buried his face in her shoulder, whispering, "Don't you not believe in ghosts and gods? Why are you talking so much about my mother's tombstone?"

Song Shengsheng patted his back to comfort him: "I don't believe it, but this is your mother. You believe she is still alive, so I believe she can hear what I say. You brought me here, didn't you just want to reassure me and your mother? Now we are all at ease, you should be happy."

"Good boy, thank you."

"No thanks, I've already made my complaint. Just wait for mom to come to you in your dream and scold you for me."

Jiang Yiyu slowly closed his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks and falling on Song Shengsheng's shoulder: "I won't do that again."

"Not what?"

"To make you angry."

Song Shengsheng laughed and said, "Don't brag in front of your elders."