"No, no, Chuyi is my child, she's mine!" Even at this point, Mother Xia continued to argue, "They're talking nonsense, they're talking nonsense!"
"They? Who are they?" Uncle Xia shook his head, very disappointed, "Even now, sister, you still won't admit it?"
Mother Xia was in a panic, but she remembered what Xia Lan told her — if she confessed everything, she wouldn't tell her where her biological daughter was.
So, Mother Xia cried even more pitifully, even more intensely, and said, "Brother, you have to believe me, you have to believe me!"
"Chuyi is truly my child, whom I carried for ten months!" Mother Xia sobbed, "She's my child, I really don't understand what you all mean!"
Tears were Mother Xia's most powerful weapon and her strongest disguise.
