Ye Wanwan said, "That's illogical!"
Si Yehan's face turned darker. It was wondrous that she still knew that was illogical despite how drunk she was.
"You're lying to me again! I've never birthed a child!" Ye Wanwan was firm in her disbelief.
Baby Tangtang, who had just woken up, felt like thunder was clapping across a clear sky.
Mommy said she never birthed me!
Tangtang's face turned ghastly white and tearful. "Mommy… you don't want Tangtang anymore?"
The child was delicate and soft like a glutinous riceball, and he was wearing fuzzy cartoon pajamas. His cheeks were tender and soft, eliciting an urge for Ye Wanwan to pinch and kiss them.
Ye Wanwan inexplicably felt an urge in her hands and almost couldn't stop herself from hugging and kneading the child.
Ye Wanwan had a stern and resolute expression as she stared at the tiny child and said, "But… I… I didn't birth you…"
