Li Huairu once again turned her gaze towards Second Lang's wife.
Second Lang's wife felt a bit guilty under her stare, so she hid behind Wen Wan and quietly asked Wen Wan, "Why is Sanyang calling someone else 'mother'?"
Wen Wan, sharp-minded, had already discerned from Li Huairu's gaze that she had recovered her memory, and within this brief moment, she had made her choice.
Isn't it obvious? She didn't give her biological mother a chance, but the contrast between her birth mother and adoptive mother was too stark. A young girl could only judge based on instinct who treated her well and who did not, and she naturally gravitated towards the one who treated her well.
At Sanyang's age, she didn't understand what enjoying wealth and glory meant, had no grasp of greed. She chose someone who could offer her motherhood.
Clearly, Second Lang's wife hadn't even spoken to her daughter yet, and she had already completely lost.
