Mrs. Huo said it firmly, but she herself did not notice that every move she had actually considered Song Shengsheng.
Whether she wants it or not, she wants it or not.
I just want to force her what I want to give.
Mrs. Huo only remembers her tears, regrets and pain over the years. She dreamed countless times that she kept the child that day. She has been separated for more than twenty years since then, and has never seen her again.
There are not even a few photos left behind.
It was not until the birth of my youngest daughter that her pain was truly improved.
Mrs. Huo herself didn’t realize that it seemed that she was going to redeemed not her daughter, but herself.
Even if she just wanted to make up for it wishful thinking, it seemed that as long as she provided her daughter with better conditions, she could make up for her guilt over the years and make her feel better.
Ye Jing disagreed with what she said.
“Mrs. Huo, you have never considered whether Shengsheng can be separated from the child. I thought you could empathize with it.”
Mrs. Huo’s face froze and then said, “If you are willing to let us take the child away, of course I will not let them separate mother and son.”
Ye Jing frowned: “I don’t know why you must take her away? Since you no longer care about past grievances, why do you have to break up their young couple?”
Ye Jing’s speech also became sharp: “Do you really feel sorry for her or satisfy your own selfish desires? I think Mrs. Huo must think carefully.”
Mrs. Huo’s face looked much ugly, and she felt anger that she was hurt by being trampled and hurting her feet.
She will never admit that it is her own selfish desire.
The two talked clearly not very pleasantly.
Ye Jing looked at Mrs. Huo’s back as she left, feeling a little worried.