Shangguan Xiu gripped her delicate arm. Just a few minutes ago, this woman had been crying angrily, questioning him about why he hadn't protected the child, questioning his parents about why they had lost the child.
In those few minutes, he had felt immense pressure, in a bad mood, and even shouted at her.
But now, in this moment, how he wished time could turn back to those few minutes, rather than the current reality—this woman no longer recognized him and even mistook a pillow for their child.
His eyes grew wet. His large hand clasped hers tightly, ignoring her struggles and threats. Gritting his teeth, he questioned her, "You said your man's name is Shangguan Xiu, is that right?"
An Xiaomian replied with a naive expression, "Yes, of course. Do you know him? If you do, then let me go quickly, because he really gets angry easily, he's very domineering, and he's super jealous..."
