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Communicating with Xu Bingfeng was like playing the lute to a cow, with skin thicker than a city wall.
As a husband, he had not a shred of gratitude for his wife, instead feeling that all she did was expected of her.
Being married to such a man, Lin Yan felt despair, not knowing how Chu Xiu had endured it.
When Lin Yan returned to the ward, Bao had already fallen asleep, his little face pale and his eyelids bruised.
Frightened after the fact, Chu Xiu said, "Thank goodness Bao is alright. If anything had happened to him, I couldn't have gone on living, and the Xu family would never have forgiven me."
"Now that we're at the hospital, let's get Bao a bit healthier, then find a pediatrician to check on him to see why this is happening. Don't believe in those superstitions."
Chu Xiu felt miserable inside. She was pessimistic and hardly dared to have a doctor examine Bao because of this.
She had long suspected that Bao might have autism but was afraid to face the reality.
