However, song qingxiao's will was strong, and she quickly suppressed the shock.
She reached out and hugged the child.
The moment her hand was about to touch the child, the countless black tentacles seemed to be a little reluctant and defensive, and subconsciously shrank back a little.
However, as soon as he did that, he was stopped by the remaining maternal instinct in Zhang xiaoning's heart.
It was as if even though she was possessed, she still remembered what she had said before. She remembered that she could no longer raise her child and understood what was best for her child.
Then, like a strong man cutting off his wrist, she resisted the reluctance in her heart and sent the child to song qingxiao again.
This time, song qingxiao successfully held the child in her arms.
"Waa-"
The baby kicked his legs and cried. Song Qing's little finger slid across his navel and quickly cut off the last connection between him and his mother.
