Su Mian looked at Qiao Yun with anticipation.
She still hadn't given up her suspicion that Qin Huan had deliberately abandoned Qiao Yun all those years ago.
Qiao Yun looked at Qin Huan for a long while, then shook her head, "I don't remember."
She had no memory of being lost.
Perhaps the shock had been too much for the three-year-old Qiao Yun, resulting in the loss of that memory.
Su Mian's eyes dimmed, and seeing this, Lu Rui patted her on the shoulder.
Qin Huan let out a cold snort, "Second brother's wife, what have I done to upset you that you have to target me like this?"
Su Mian was extremely distressed.
She had lost her daughter for fifteen years, and Qin Huan hadn't received the slightest punishment, and every time they met, she pretended to be kind to her.
"If you can't find her, just give up, there's still Lu Ting, isn't there?"
Qin Huan was deliberately reopening her wounds.
