Song Wenchuan took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and entered.
The once-radiant and elegant lady was now completely unrecognizable. Her face was swollen and covered in spots. She had aged at least ten years. When she saw Song Wenchuan enter, she immediately called out something in a muffled voice.
Song Wenchuan closed the door and stood at the door, sizing up Zhou Manli from afar.
The aura from his body caused the atmosphere in the ward to gradually turn serious.
Zhou Manli vaguely sensed that something was wrong, and the joy in her eyes faded. She looked at Song Wenchuan in confusion.
"Mom, sometimes I really don't understand how you could have been so mean to Yaoyao even when you didn't know that she was not your daughter."
When she heard the word, 'Yaoyao', Zhou Manli instantly seemed provoked and started screaming.
The nurse quickly rushed over, but Song Wenchuan stopped her.
