They had already secretly looked at the child in Qiao Weiyang's arms. His arms were soft and tender, and his round face was harmless. He was not Little Master at all.
Jiang Mengyu snorted. "Let's go. We'll go look for him now!"
When she became the young madam of the Su family, she would definitely slap this ugly woman, Qiao Weiyang, in the face! She would make her kneel in front of her and apologize!
Qiao Weiyang carried Xiao Bao back to her car. She could have called the police directly, but at this moment, she was a little reluctant.
The incident from four years ago returned to her mind. The pain and joy she felt when she gave birth to the twins were still vivid in her mind.
When the doctor announced that they had lost their lives, heart-wrenching despair killed her at that moment.
Qiao Weiyang pinched her palm hard.
"Mommy, don't cry." Xiao Bao placed his soft hand under her eyes.
