When Lian Xinying was speaking, Su Rong echoed her on the other end of the phone.
"The baby was taken away for a while, right?" Su Rong asked in an ordinary tone.
Lian Xinying responded, "Mom, didn't you give birth to me? Babies are so messy when they're just born."
"Hmm. I understand. I just wanted to ask, I regret not being able to be by your side at that time." After a few self-reproaching words, Su Rong hung up the phone.
Lian Xinying didn't understand why her mother would suddenly regret something that had already passed.
Even if there were regrets, shouldn't they have been expressed on the day she gave birth?
Now her wound had mostly healed.
Lian Xinying didn't think too much about it and, after putting the phone aside, hummed a little tune and continued feeding her daughter.
"Baby, Mommy knows you must be her real daughter, you're lazy and love your dad, just like Mommy," Lian Xinying murmured, as Yan Ye stood at the door and heard this sentence.
