As the car slowly drove away from Jiayuan District, finally out of the public's sight, Xia Yu, who was tightly holding the little girl, finally let out a sigh of relief. Just as she released her grip and rolled up her sleeve to see what was wrong with her painful arm, the little girl twisted in her arms, struggling to turn over, trying to climb to the backseat to desperately get at Song Mingyuan again.
Seeing this, Xia Yu hurriedly reached out and held her again. In the struggle, the little girl punched Hu Wenjun, who was driving the car, in the face. He wasn't angry, though; he pulled the car over to the side of the road, stepped on the brake, and turned to look at the little girl, about the age of his daughter. He adjusted his tilted police hat and kindly asked, "How old are you, and what's your name?"
The little girl, once again held by Xia Yu, just stared with fiery eyes, angrily looking at Hu Wenjun, refusing to say a word.
