Mr. Lu, Mr. Su is being coquettish again!

Cry out all your grievances and resentment.

The little one suddenly buried his head in his arms and burst into tears.

It fell off while still warm.

These are Su Nanqin's tears.

Lu Fangxin's baby was trembling.

He suddenly felt that the little guy in Su Nanqin's arms looked just like the other person.

There's a delicate, fragile quality about her that makes you feel sorry for her and reluctant to disturb her.

They only reveal their vulnerability when they trust someone.

But how could this be? How could someone as pampered as Su Nanqin be like this?

The ward was quiet, and no one spoke for a while.

Even someone as unconventional as Shan Yu was stunned and somewhat moved by the scene before him.

Su Nanqin wiped away the tears from the little one in her arms: "Does it hurt a lot?"

The little guy burrowed in again, his whole body aching. He could only bury his face in the soil, as if that would give him a sense of security in this unfamiliar environment.

Even though the older brother was a stranger, he felt very close to him.

Finally, she replied in a sticky, whiny voice, "It hurts so much... Waaah!"

Su Nanqin was helpless; he understood this kind of pain best—the excruciating pain—yet he couldn't alleviate it.

All I could do was hug my knees and endure the excruciating pain for a sliver of solace.

Finally, he raised his hand and patted the little guy's back: "Pat, pat, it won't hurt anymore."

Su Nanqin, a prodigy, had never raised a child before, yet at this moment, he seemed to know how better than anyone else present.

Only he understands what a child who is too hurt and too sad needs.

The little guy's intense emotions were calmed down by Su Nanqin's rhythmic soothing.

Immediately, just when Su Nanqin thought the other party was about to quiet down.

The little guy, seemingly struck by a sudden thought, dragged his injured body and barefoot, about to dart down the slope.

The little dumpling was too small and covered in injuries; falling from Su Nanqin's arms like that was no joke.

Su Nanqin's eyes darkened, and his heart skipped a beat.

Lu Fang saw it too, and quickly reached out to help the child back.

Su Nanqin broke out in a cold sweat and looked at Lu Fang.

Lu Fang gave him a reassuring look.

Su Nanqin turned her gaze back to the little one in her arms: "What should we do if he/she falls?"

The tone wasn't harsh, but it carried a hint of accusation.

The little dumpling seemed scared; people who are used to being beaten are most afraid of other people's expressions.

After a long pause, she said timidly, "I...I have to go back. My uncle hasn't eaten yet. I didn't steal anything for him at noon, and he'll beat me to death if I go back..."

Everyone present, except for Su Nanqin, was stunned.

This child looks to be only three years old.

What kind of beast is this? Not only did he beat someone half to death, but he also had such a young child steal things to support him, even though the child had hands and feet.

Su Nanqin seemed to remember something, and his eyes darkened.

Little Tuanzi was very small, but very clever. His long-term experience of living under someone else's roof and having to watch other people's expressions taught him to observe other people's emotions.

At this moment, I saw Su Nanqin's gloomy face and the strange expressions of the people around him.

They thought they were disgusted by him.

They say that children who steal are not good children and will be disliked.

The little dumpling got scared and quickly cried out, "Don't hate me, big brother, I'm not a bad kid..."

He wasn't a bad kid, but if he didn't steal things for his uncle, the uncle would beat him to death, and he would go hungry.

Those present were speechless. What kind of abuse could teach such a young child to read people's expressions so early?

He is certainly not a bad kid.

There are no children who are born bad.

"You're not a bad child, Mianmian, don't cry." Su Nanqin's palm seemed to have magic as he gently patted the other's back a few times.

"How could such a cute little dumpling be a bad child? The bad one is that uncle."

Su Nanqin had never coaxed anyone like this before, but he was inexplicably skilled at it.

People often only know what the other person needs most when they meet someone with similar experiences.

Little Tuanzi quieted down again, snuggled in my arms, and shed tears.

Su Nanqin was very patient: "Big brother doesn't dislike Mianmian either. The bad uncle has already been chased away by big brother."

Upon hearing this, Su Nanqin suddenly recalled the other party's hateful face.

Her tone was gentle, and her movements were light, but her eyes, unseen by Mianmian, had already hardened into frost.

He only regretted that he had been too soft-hearted and hadn't just twisted the other person's neck off.

Su Nanqin never does anything he's not sure of; if he's going to do something, he'll do it thoroughly.

Since he's going to do it, he'll definitely be able to absolve himself of all responsibility using his methods.

Lu Fang's presence here is somewhat in his way.

Lu Fang saw it; the crimson in Su Nanqin's eyes was exactly the same as when the other party had grabbed that beast's neck that morning.

Dan Yu and Wei Chi quietly left, closing the door behind them.

Su Nanqin had not yet recovered from this violent atmosphere.

The next second, a gentle, large hand gripped his neck from behind.

The kitten's life was in its grasp.

Lu Fang didn't use any force, but gently stroked the back of her delicate white neck a few times.

His voice was deep and reassuring as he said, "Relax, Nan Nan, calm down, I'm here."

The kitten's tense nerves relaxed.

It seemed that Lu Fang's words had calmed down the violent tendencies that surrounded him.

"Don't overthink it, Nan Nan." Lu Fang seemed to know what the other was thinking, and gently pressed his hand on the side of her neck, his voice gentle.

Su Nanqin calmed down a bit, and Lu Fang let go of his hand and sat down next to him.

Looking at the little bundle of joy still shedding tears in Su Nanqin's arms, he changed his tone to teasing: "Why do you cry like your handsome older brother? Stop crying, I specialize in hitting crybabies."

Su Nanqin looked at him.

He was afraid the other person would frighten the child.

The little guy's attention was successfully diverted, and he no longer wanted to steal anything.

Two big eyes blinked as they looked at Lu Fang, as if trying to make a judgment.

"He's quite clever," Lu Fang thought.

He then leaned forward further and said with a smile, "Don't believe me?"

The little dumpling believed it.

Those who call you "uncle" are all fierce and will beat you.

Milk Dumplings don't like Lu Fang.

Ignoring people.

Lu Fang chuckled, raised his hand and flicked the little guy's nose, commenting, "You little rascal, you have no manners."

The little dumpling, nestled in its older brother's arms, suddenly lost its fear and even raised its eyes to glare at Lu Fang.

Not only Lu Fang, but Su Nanqin was also somewhat shocked.

The little guy seems even bolder than him, daring to glare at Lu Fang.

He didn't dare.

Lu Fang chuckled when he saw the little guy looking at him with his big, round eyes.

It was quite amusing. Suddenly, he became rather malicious: "You dare to glare at me? You little ingrate! If it weren't for me this morning, you'd be dead. I'll drag you away and sell you to pay for your medical bills."

When Lu Fang was a child, he often did things like scaring other kids. Back then, he was a kingpin, and a bag of spicy strips was all he needed to get by.

He'd do anything—scam and cheat—and got beaten up a lot when he got home.

He learned his current fighting skills from his dad when he was a kid.

The little dumpling got scared and shrank into Su Nanqin's arms.

The more they talk, the more outrageous it gets.

They're all grown up now, yet they still think they're some kind of street bully.

Su Nanqin patted the restless little guy in his arms and looked up at Lu Fang.

I didn't dare glare.

Lu Fang looked embarrassed, touched the tip of his nose, and laughed: "I was just teasing you."

This was the first time Su Nanqin had ever seen that someone as fierce as Lu Fang could also have a childlike side.

With the weather improving, the day to go into the mountains was set for the next day. If all goes well, we can go back the following day.

Perhaps because Zhou Ke had notified someone, Shen Mian's maternal grandmother also came to the hospital that afternoon.

The old man was very old; Lu Fang glanced at him and estimated he was at least eighty-nine.

His back was hunched over, and his clothes were dirty.

The old man was very unfortunate; his eldest son died of illness because he couldn't afford medical treatment.

Shen Mianmian's mother was the old man's youngest daughter, and she eventually died at the construction site due to a work-related accident.

Shen Mian, who was just over a year old at the time, was left behind, along with an elderly woman living alone.

Unable to raise the child, the elderly man awarded custody to his uncle, who was an idle and alcoholic.

The old man's aged and numb face was etched with the marks of time; his withered body and tattered burlap clothes all testified to the misery and helplessness he endured.

The elderly can't even afford to support themselves.

She lay on the bed, hugging her grandson and crying.

She had no choice. If the child stayed with his uncle, he would be beaten, but at least he would have something to eat. If he stayed with her, she didn't even know if he would have anything to eat.

If I were to pass away, this little child would simply starve to death.

Even Lu Fang, who had witnessed much suffering at the bottom of society, couldn't help but be moved.

This was the first time Su Nanqin had seen something like this, and it was as if he was learning for the first time that there was a group of people in the world who were so poor and suffering that they could hardly afford to eat.

Wearing tattered clothes, even the best-looking kids resort to theft to make a living.

I feel a little sad.

Lu Fang saw this, gently took Su Nanqinqin's hand that was hanging by her side, and held it in his large palm.

Su Nanqin sat on a small bench in the ward with him. Turning his head to look at him, Lu Fang tightened his grip on his hand and gave him a reassuring look.

Lu Fang knew that Su Nanqin was probably seeing this scene for the first time, witnessing the helplessness of ordinary people at the bottom of society forced to survive.

Su Nanqin looked at Lu Fang holding his hand. Lu Fang had wheat-colored skin and large hands that could completely envelop him.

Lu Fang had also hit him with this hand.

A gentle touch came from his sensory nerves, and Su Nanqin had a strange feeling.

It's as if being enveloped by the other person's large palm means you have nothing to fear, and any sadness or grievance can be gently soothed by the warm touch of their palm.

Su Nanqin felt a sense of dependence on Lu Fang.

Seeing Lu Fang holding his hand, he quietly moved a little closer to Lu Fang, and seeing that the other party indulged him, he moved a little more.

During this time, she also carefully observed Lu Fang's expression.

Lu Fang saw it, but the kitten was too clingy, so he pretended not to see it.

Su Nanqin's little gestures are adorable.

The feeling of being needed and relied upon brought a sweet warmth to Lu Fang's face.

If the occasion weren't so inappropriate, Lu Fang wouldn't have doubted at all that the other person would snuggle into his arms the next second.

He also had a feeling of wanting to pull the other person into his arms and hold them tightly.

Gently kiss the kitten's soft ear tips again.

Then, the other person's fair skin would turn pink and eventually become bright red from his kiss.

The kitten obediently stopped moving.