"You're not!"
"What if I were?"
"I said you're not!" The little guy started stamping his foot.
Jian Yufei laughed. "Then tell me, who is your mother?"
Ansel glanced at her and huffed, "Definitely not you."
"Don't you know? Denying your own mother is an act of filial impiety. If you were my child and I suffered carrying you for ten months only to give birth to you, yet you don't recognize me, the whole world would think what you're doing is wrong."
The embarrassment on Ansel's face turned ice-cold instantly.
He stared at Jian Yufei and said coldly, "If a mother abandons her child, do you think she still has the right for her child to want her?"
Jian Yufei was stunned. What did his words mean?
"I abandoned you? I just lost my memory and am not sure if you're my child..."
"Not now, before!" Ansel wrenched away from her grasp, took a few steps, then turned back furiously, "You didn't want me since I was born. If you didn't want me, why did you give birth to me?"
