Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
Mo Yangyang felt her chest tightening up when she recalled how the man had kicked Latiao so hard.
She went upstairs to grab a jacket, her purse, and phone. She carried Latiao in her arms and headed straight to the hospital.
Latiao was already unconscious by the time she reached the hospital. The doctor immediately sent him to the emergency room.
Mo Yangyang struggled to sit still outside the room.
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Daylight pierced through the curtains of a ward.
Mo Yangyang was laying beside a bed. She was holding the hand of the child on the bed.
The child was chubby and adorable. His face was round and tender, like a snowball. His facial features were flawless. His eyelashes were long enough to fill anyone with envy.
Even though his face was chubby, if anyone observed his face carefully, they might still see Xie Xize's face in it.
