Ji Mianmian was stunned when she saw that. 'Holy sh * t, no way.'
At that time, her thoughts were,"I asked my husband to comfort you, not for you to Steal My Girl. If you really dare, I won't pity you anymore. I'll just tear you apart."
Madam Murong hugged Murong Mian very tightly, as if she saw Murong Mian as her only life-saving straw.
Her cries were heart-wrenching, but Ji Mianmian no longer felt any sympathy for her.
She was very anxious. She really wanted to go up and pull Madam Murong away, but there was a doctor watching at the side. If she really did that, it would be strange in the eyes of outsiders.
"Poor Madam," the doctor said with a sigh."Her son is her only support now."
Ji Mianmian bit her lip. Could it be that she had taken Murong Mian as her own son, and that was why she had lost control?
She looked at Madam Murong, who was crying so hard that she was about to suffocate. She felt that this idea was right.