The pitiful child clutched tightly in his hand, no matter how the man hit him, he wouldn't let go. His mouth was bleeding; how far would things go if he continued to be beaten?
The way he desperately protected the ring from being taken was clearly to safeguard the sole memory his deceased mother left behind. How could it possibly be stolen?
As for that Cao surname woman they mentioned, she seemed not to be present, and from the neighbors' conversations, it was evident that this man chased him to this location, which implies they don't live in this area.
Just as she hesitated about whether to intervene, a sympathetic shout emerged from the crowd.
"Look quickly, the kid's passed out. As a father, aren't you being too heartless? Look at how badly you've beaten him! Aren't you going to rush him to the hospital?"
All the onlookers, the obstructers, and persuaders suddenly stood between the man and the child, preventing him from continuing.
