The afternoon sun was dazzling, but the corridor was cool.
Ming Wei looked at Jian Xi, perhaps because of her amnesia, her aura was colder and more detached than before.
Ming Wei said nervously, "There's something I think only you can help me with."
"Go ahead, as long as I can do it," Jian Xi replied.
"Cheng Ling cannot have children; can you let her be Little Pumpkin's godmother? This way, she won't continue seeking treatment everywhere," Ming Wei said softly.
Jian Xi frowned slightly, "I noticed she didn't look well, turns out it's a fertility issue…"
"Consider it because she took a stab for you, okay?" Ming Wei pleaded.
Jian Xi was startled, "You mean she was injured in the abdomen?"
"Yes." Ming Wei nodded, "On the day you were kidnapped, Cheng Ling took a stab to her abdomen, affecting her fertility."
