"Of course, without me, where would she come from?" Fang Yue answered without a second thought, pursing her lips as she said, "Back then in the hospital, it was just me and my maternal cousin. I was in pain the entire night before I gave birth to the child. Had I not fought to deliver her, would she still be alive?"
Jiang Jing silently lowered his eyes. He couldn't agree with Fang Yue's words; while Fang Yue did carry the baby for ten months and endured the hardship of childbirth, what about how the child was lost?
He was unwilling to speculate with the greatest malice.
The Xu family couple managed to raise a child during an era where having enough food and clothing was difficult, and they loved and cherished her from a young age; based on this alone, Jiang Jing had nothing but respect for the Xu family.
"If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all," Gu Hai said with an impatient look on his face.
