At her words, the boy placed his filthy hand on the baby's forehead. His expression changed instantly.
The baby was a sobbing mess, its face an unnatural shade of red.
"Those guards seem reliable. If you keep pushing everyone away, he will die." Ye Qianning pointed at the baby, then gestured to another child. "He will die too."
The boy didn't look up. 'Trust?'
'He couldn't trust anyone!'
"As the saying goes, revenge can wait ten years. You should focus on staying alive first," Ye Qianning said softly.
KNOCK KNOCK.
A knock sounded at the door.
The boy immediately covered the baby, growing tense and alert.
"Come in."
Luo Feng, the lead guard from before, pushed the door open and entered. A middle-aged man carrying a box on his back followed him.
"The child in his arms seems to have a weak pulse. Doctor, please take a look," the guard said, stepping aside.
The doctor walked over.
