Qiao Chengxun said coldly, "You heartless people, why don't you use yourselves for experiments?"
After angrily scolding them, the man forcefully pulled his wife into his arms.
Lowering his eyes slightly, he looked at his wife's small, round face affectionately, his large hand gently rubbing her cool cheek.
"Meimei, I'm sorry I couldn't meet you sooner..."
Although Wen Meimei couldn't remember these things at all, after hearing what mama said, she roughly understood the truth of it all, and about the things she had forgotten.
For some reason, after hearing these things, she didn't feel much ripple inside, like she was listening to someone else's story, with no particular feeling.
"My mind is a bit muddled right now, let me have some quiet."
"Okay." Qiao Chengxun nodded.
