If Yijun could not hold out…
Babies' bodies were weak to begin with and would fall sick easily. Falling sick was an uncomfortable feeling, so they would keep crying and refuse to sleep. If they refused to sleep and refused to keep quiet, disturbing those gangsters.
How would they deal with him?
Xia Qingwei's mind kept having such thoughts. She sat on the chair, covering her face, bending the upper half of her body over, leaning hard against her knees. Her whole person was crouched into a ball on the chair.
Wang Juhuai hugged Xia Qingwei. His eyes were reddened. He was clearly very worried, but there was nothing he could do.
He really hated the helpless feeling he felt because he could not do anything right now and was not in control of anything.
He felt too useless.
He could only wait for the police's results to come out while there was nothing else he could do.
Where did they bring Yijun to?
