Mama placed the painting on the table and looked up at Wen Meimei's innocent, cherubic face, "Little Tizi, Mama is sorry."
"Mama, don't say those strange things, what's going on?" Wen Meimei truly disliked being kept in the dark.
Mama smiled, "Child, you're just as naive as when you were young... I knew when you were taken for live experiments back then. Later, when Mo Xi thought you were dead, he discarded you. I knew about that too."
"What are you talking about? I don't understand any of this." Wen Meimei looked baffled, wondering if Mama had lost her mind.
Qiao Chengxun suddenly held her small hand and said in a deep voice, "Meimei, let her finish speaking. Any questions you have, ask them afterward."
Seeing Qiao King of Hell's serious expression, Wen Meimei faintly sensed that she might have forgotten something that Qiao King of Hell didn't tell her about.
"Alright, I'll listen first." She wanted to see what good things everyone had been hiding from her!
