He Jingyao knew he should leave without hesitation.
After all, the child's origins were too mysterious, and he wouldn't disclose any information. Who knew who had placed the child by his side, and for what purpose?
But listening to his sobbing, He found himself unable to take that step.
The officer was still trying to calm the little guy down to no avail. The child wasn't crying loudly, just whimpering, like an abandoned animal, which inexplicably pained He's heart.
After a long while, he took a deep breath and, as if resigned to his fate, turned back to face him.
Because the officer was holding him, the little guy could barely look He in the eye.
His face streaked with tears, he was hiccuping and looked positively pitiful.
"Who sent you to find me, huh?" He Jingyao asked softly.
Xiaobao wiped away his tears, looking wronged, "I can't say."
"Why can't you say, huh?" He Jingyao asked patiently.
