Faced with Mu Beiting's sharp eyes, Mo Xuehong hugged a pillow, instinctively took a step back, lowered her head, her eyes flickering, not daring to look at Mu Beiting, yet unable to stop herself from wanting to, she peeked while whispering as if she was murmuring, "Muyao, don't blame me, mom truly loves you, truly is good to you, no matter what you ask, mom will agree! Don't blame mom, okay?"
Hearing Mo Xuehong's words, Ye Anxin reached out to pull Mu Beiting's arm, and said softly: "Uncle, forget it, let's go back today! She's become like this, we can't communicate properly anymore! Let's wait until the psychiatrist and psychologist diagnose first before discussing anything else!"
"Okay!" Mu Beiting replied softly, took his gaze off Mo Xuehong, holding Ye Anxin's hand with one hand, and Xiao Bai's with the other, they walked out of the cell.
