Tang Shichu paused, slightly stunned.
Bai Ling didn't remember him? Had she lost her memory?
Could it be like last time with Chi Zaozao, when a part of her memory was wiped clean?
The only conclusion he could draw was just that.
"I am Tang Shichu." Looking at the aloof woman in front of him, Tang Shichu's voice choked up as he suppressed the excitement deep in his heart, and told her in a deep voice, "Not only am I Tang Shichu, but I am also your husband, the father of your child."
"Bai Ling, do you really not remember me?"
Don't you remember? Do you really have no recollection at all?
Tang Shichu watched her eagerly, hoping to see a trace of lingering affection for him in her eyes.
But he was too naive.
If she didn't remember, it meant she didn't.
Bai Ling remained cold-faced, telling him indifferently, "I don't know you, but I can let you go. I hope you don't do anything foolish again in the future."
Tang Shichu, "..."
