Yun Qiao said lightly, “Do you think that if you give the child to a nanny, she will be loved and taken care of? You really don’t know how to be a mother. I think you are even worse than the village women who put the child in a basket to work in the fields. Their love for the child is more sincere.”
Mei Mei’s mother’s face was red.
Yun Qiao had pierced the deepest pain and regret in her heart. She was both embarrassed and embarrassed.
But she had no words to refute Yun Qiao.
She glanced around and saw that among the medicinal herbs that Yun Qiao was fiddling with just now, there were dandelions and motherwort grass. This time, she had finally found Yun Qiao’s “Weakness”again, she raised her voice and said, “You are a man, and you have the nerve to say that I don’t know how to be a Mother? What about you? Do you know how to be an apothecary? Using such cheap and rotten medicinal herbs to treat my daughter’s illness, no wonder it can’t be cured!”
