Da Bao was virtually insensible to the pain.
He was like a puppet, totally at their mercy.
He no longer resisted, very obedient, very cooperative. He always believed, daddy would definitely come for him.
In Ning City, this night, Zhuo Junyue and Su Ningyan struggled to fall asleep for a long time, their feelings were complicated.
Their son's whereabouts were finally known, Su Ningyan had dreamed several times that those people were taking Da Bao's blood with syringes as thick as fists.
After having his blood drawn, Da Bao's face was as pale as paper.
Each time she had such a dream, Su Ningyan would be restless all day long.
Outside the window, the snow had stopped, the trees in the courtyard were left with only bare branches, swaying occasionally in the cold wind.
Zhuo Junyue held Ningyan in his arms, it was already two o'clock in the deep night, "Wife, go to sleep."
Su Ningyan shifted her position slightly, her head resting on his chest.
