Wang Meng’s family lived in the heart of the capital’s CBD, not far from here.
So, only a moment after the phone call ended, Chen Rou could already hear the faint wail of police sirens outside the window.
Ayuan was always an early riser. Having gone to sleep early last night, he was up even earlier today. Hungry, he was busy having his morning milk. The little guy looked sullen; he felt that something was off, though he couldn’t pinpoint what. It was a bit of "waking up on the wrong side of the bed"—he would only drink his milk if Chen Rou held him; if the nanny tried to hold him, he would let out a cry: "Aww~" Today, the baby was unhappy; except for his mother, he didn't want anyone to touch him.
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