"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Che!" Xia Yunsheng looked at him, "If you hold a grudge against what happened in the past, I apologize to you. It was my fault, I am sorry, it was all my fault. Can you let the child go, please? Give him back to me! He is my everything, and he's still so young... he can't live without me... If you give the child back to me, I will pretend as if nothing had ever happened, for Yanzhi's sake, for Tingting's sake, I can let all of it slide. I just want the child back!"
As a mother, her attitude was extremely humble.
She couldn't care less about quarreling with him or her dignity, as long as her child was safe and sound.
Because, more than blaming, she was afraid that Che would harm the child.
If he was Ling Xiche with his memory restored, then it's very possible that he could do anything.
