After hearing her words, Madam Bai's eyes lit up. She held her hand tightly and said agitatedly, "If it were you, would you be willing to forgive me?"
"Huh?" Qiao Mianmian was stunned.
"Mianmian, I want to know your true thoughts. If you were my Little Seven, would you still be willing to acknowledge me? Don't try to comfort me. Just say what you really think. I want to hear what you really think."
Madam Bai was naturally very happy to be able to acknowledge her own daughter.
But she was also worried that her daughter would not acknowledge her.
She was worried that Little Seven would blame her for giving her away.
What if she couldn't accept her difficulties and explanations?
Madam Bai looked at Qiao Mianmian nervously, like a student who had just been asked a question by a teacher. She didn't know if her answer was right or wrong, but before the teacher replied, she was nervous.
