Xia Liang hugged Ling Ji tightly, found a chair, and sat down. He placed Ling Ji on his lap and held her in his arms. He still wore a smile, but a flicker of rage burned in his eyes.
At that moment, the little boy standing beside the woman tugged on her clothes, his voice tearful.
"Mommy, my hand hurts. Can you take me to the hospital, please?"
The woman quickly pulled the boy behind her and covered his mouth, scolding him in a low voice.
"Shut up! What do you know? We haven't gotten the money yet! Without money, how can I take you to the doctor?"
Although the woman deliberately lowered her voice, the room was so small that Xia Liang heard every word loud and clear. His gaze toward the woman filled with even more disgust.
The Industrial and Commercial Bank acted quickly. An hour later, an armored cash transport vehicle stopped at the kindergarten's entrance. A tall, thin, middle-aged man with an air of erudition stepped out of the passenger seat—it was Guan Congwen.
