With the rush of fresh air, the infant, whose face and lips had turned blue, gasped for air a few times before bursting into loud sobs.
Sang Zhi felt a pang of distress hearing his breathless crying and instinctively reached out to soothe him. Before her hand could even touch the child, however, the man—reeking of alcohol—pushed her away violently. He stared at her with a fierce, wary expression.
"Stealing kids in broad daylight? Are you trying to die!"
Chapter 119