Li Qiao thought to herself, what's there to discuss? The child definitely couldn't be kept.
Just one night of disturbance had almost driven her insane. If it were like this every day, wouldn't she become mentally exhausted? "Grandma, we can't raise the child."
As the words fell,
the child seemed to sense abandonment, his face turning red with crying.
Li Qiao could not bear it, the child had just been born and knew nothing, yet was already facing the cruelty of human nature.
The child's cries grew louder and louder.
Old Mrs. Qin felt upset, but her rationality was still in place, firmly refusing to keep the child.
The village chief had no other solution, so he came up with an idea: "The child was found in our village, and with dozens of households here, we surely can afford to raise one child. Let's draw lots, and whoever gets the marked one will take the child."
Except for Old Mrs. Qin and Li Qiao, everyone else was eager to draw lots.
