Zhao Xiuxia said not to worry about formalities, but she hinted at how difficult it was to raise one or two children, making herself sound like a saint.
Zhao Jieyun smiled, knowing how difficult and selfish this woman was. She said, "I want to see the swaddle my daughter was held in back then. I want to confirm if she is my child."
She wanted to see the blanket, and then find an opportunity to do a blood test with Sun Chan. If it was indeed her daughter, she would want to take her back. Although not yet confirmed, she had a feeling Sun Chan was her daughter.
The stubborn look and profile, the whole feeling, was just like herself in those days.
"We kept it, do you want it?" Zhao Xiuxia's eyes shifted, she sighed and said, "Sigh! To speak of it, that time was the most difficult for us, our girl couldn't even eat properly, but thinking this child was pitiful, we kept her. Now she's gone to the city, and I often think of her, she's a good girl, I really don't want her to go."
