My Ex-Husband Is Proposing Again-Chapter 1088: Homeland Seized, Child Stolen (8)

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Chapter 1088: Chapter 1088: Homeland Seized, Child Stolen (8)

Su Hongxing replied with a smile, "Mommy loves Little Pudding too. Let’s go, we’re being discharged."

Qiao Qiao saw that Su Hongxing was frail and was a bit worried, "Let me carry Little Pudding. You’ve just recovered from a serious illness, you need to rest more."

Before Su Hongxing could speak, Little Pudding said, "Mommy, I can walk by myself, holding your hand." freewebnøvel.coɱ

Su Hongxing and Qiao Qiao exchanged a smile; this child’s understanding was heartbreaking.

Little Pudding got down by herself, holding Su Hongxing with one hand and Qiao Qiao with the other.

The two adults, holding the child, left the hospital together.

Unexpectedly, entertainment reporters were waiting outside.

Qiao Qiao had no idea where these reporters had appeared from or why they had received the news of Su Hongxing’s discharge and were already waiting there.

Su Hongxing’s first thought was to protect Little Pudding. Qiao Qiao stood in front of Su Hongxing and her daughter, several reporters’ microphones bumped into her face, and she angrily said, "Can’t you see there’s a child here? If the child gets hurt, can you bear the responsibility?!"

Her voice was actually quite loud, but the noisy environment didn’t allow anyone to care about their well-being; they were determined to interview Su Hongxing.

Afraid of hurting Qiao Qiao and the child, Su Hongxing raised her voice, "The person you want to interview is me, why are you surrounding my friend?"

Her voice wasn’t loud, but the reporters all heard it.

Did Su Hongxing mean she was willing to be interviewed?

Su Hongxing raised her voice again, "The safety of everyone is most important. Don’t crowd too close to avoid collisions, otherwise things will be hard to explain later."

Seeing Su Hongxing’s composed demeanor and concern for their safety, the reporters felt a bit embarrassed.

Su Hongxing, seeing the situation had calmed down, handed Little Pudding to Qiao Qiao, "You take the child to the side. Once I’m done with the interviews, I’ll go home with you."

Qiao Qiao was worried for Su Hongxing and looked back to see Age’s car hadn’t arrived yet, knowing that it must be stuck in traffic.

"Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing. They’re just reporters, not monsters, what harm can they do to me?" Su Hongxing reassured Qiao Qiao in a soft voice, "Little Pudding is still young, just make sure she’s safe."

In the end, Qiao Qiao still agreed, "Be careful, call me if anything happens."

Su Hongxing nodded in agreement and let Qiao Qiao and the child leave the circle before she calmly said, "Everyone, feel free to ask any questions. I’ll answer whatever I can."

"A female reporter, more compassionate, inquired with concern, "I heard Miss Su was in a coma until a couple of days ago when she awoke. How are you feeling now, Miss Su?"

Su Hongxing looked at herself and responded, "I’m just a bit thinner, but I’m feeling quite good, thank you for your concern."

"Miss Su, are you aware of the many things that have happened in Taicheng recently? Cao Shiyu’s child underwent a paternity test in front of everyone, proving that her child is indeed Mr. Ye Qilan’s biological offspring. Are you aware of this?" another reporter, less friendly, threw out this bombshell question.

Su Hongxing turned to look at Qiao Qiao, who, feeling guilty, didn’t dare to meet Su Hongxing’s eyes.

Although Su Hongxing resented not being fully informed by the people around her, nothing at the moment could shock her.

"I’m here today precisely to clarify something to everyone. On the day I gave birth, Cao Shiyu stole my child. She thought that since I was in a coma and wouldn’t wake up, she could take my and Ye Qilan’s biological child. I’m taking this opportunity, through the cameras of everyone here, to send a message to that woman. I, Su Hongxing, am still alive, and she must return my son to me!"

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