The child had only been born for a few days and was treated with extreme care at home, but now she was being carried out in a basket. Did he think his daughter was a dog pup?
Mr. Zhao's heart felt as if it were being clenched by a large hand, suffocating him.
It was the first time Sun Dazhi had heard of such an infuriating incident. Regardless of the traffic lights, he floored the accelerator and quickly caught up to the bus, forcing it to stop after overtaking it. The bus driver looked in astonishment at the jeep blocking the road.
Obviously, he could not ask why, because he recognized the license plate—it was one used by top leaders of the base.
Old Lady Zhao wasn't worried about the baby in the basket crying because she had stealthily fed the child some milk powder laced with her own concoction of medication the night before. This medicine was considered a folk remedy.
In the countryside, they called children who cried at night "night criers."
