Li Jingjing looked at Chenchen carefully. Her brows furrowed even deeper, and her face was frighteningly dark.
A child who was only a few years old had to suffer this. His head was wrapped in gauze, and his legs, feet, arms, and everywhere else were injured.
Who would do such a thing! He must be caught and made to pay with his blood!
According to the older sister who had just saved her son, Chenchen had secretly run away on her own and ran to the door of her shop. She could not walk anymore and fainted.
Li Jingjing held her son's injured hand and pondered. Her son was smart. He must have suffered a lot to escape from the criminals. She looked at his wrist and saw that there were deep marks of him being tied up with hemp rope.
This child was only a few years old, but those criminals were too inhumane!
A nurse came over to change the drip. Li Jingjing asked,"
"What are these medicines? What liquid needle?"
