Su Hongxing dared not indulge in wild thoughts any longer.
Little Pudding was her heart and soul, and she couldn't lose this child no matter what she lost. She had been living on pins and needles these past few years, not even daring to let her daughter call her mom in public, all to keep her safe from Ye Qilan.
That night, Su Hongxing barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she was haunted by the horrific image of Ye Qilan taking Little Pudding away from her.
The next morning, Old Madam Jiang was visibly startled upon seeing a worn-out Su Hongxing, "What happened to you?"
Su Hongxing was greatly exhausted, "Grandma, I have something to do, I'll skip breakfast."
"It's only seven o'clock, where are you..." By the time Old Madam Jiang rushed out, Su Hongxing had already walked far away.
What's wrong with the child? She didn't come back the day before, and didn't rest well last night either, something serious must have happened.
