"I... I...!" Mo Xuehong's eyes flickered guiltily twice, stuttering and failing to respond for a long time!
Ye Anxin raised an eyebrow and sneered, "What? Can't come up with a reply?"
"I... I certainly know...! Beiting's birthday is...!" Mo Xuehong rolled her eyes, suppressing her guilt, and insisted, "He was born in winter!"
She remembered clearly that when she gave birth to Mu Beiting, it was a snowy night!
She was alone at home, in pain for a whole day and night, suffering immensely before finally giving birth to him!
At that time, looking at the little boy crying on the bed, covered in blood, she couldn't feel any motherly love in her heart. All she felt was annoyance, thinking he was just a burden!
So, even though it was very cold that day, she only wrapped him in a thin blanket and let him cry himself hoarse, his whole body turning purple, and she didn't even take a look!
