"Husband, then let's find a place to bury the body."
Xiaoxiao understood. Since the child had enemies, living a quiet life with them would be best. Moreover, they had checked and found nothing that could prove the child's identity.
If in the end someone still claimed the child, then it would all be considered fate; let things take their course. After all, they couldn't just leave such a small child here to die without helping.
After deciding what to do, Yang Ming carried the body to the foot of a nearby hill, with Xiaoxiao following, holding the child. Without a shovel, Yang Ming found something else to use, digging for quite a while with great effort before finally burying the person.
