Immediately, a hard, cold object pressed against her lower back, and he fiercely said, "Dammit! Stay quiet!"
The image swiftly flashed through Song Yinyin's mind—a scene where she and her son Dabai were discarded in the wilderness, their bodies soaked in blood, dead in a gruesome manner...
She shivered suddenly, her face turning pale in an instant, her brain going blank, and her throat feeling as if it were blocked by something. She didn't dare make another sound.
Suddenly, a pair of chubby little hands lifted and swung toward the man's legs.
"Big bad guy! Let go of my mommy! Let go! If you don't let go, I'm going to call the policeman, let go!"
Seeing her son's actions, Song Yinyin felt terrible all over, "Dabai, don't do this, stop!"
Oh God, it's her foolish son...
Feeling something punching his thigh, Lu Jinyan frowned and looked down.
