"Leo, are they okay?"
Jenny couldn't help asking. The child seemed to be in so much pain.
George, however, saw more in it as he watched Haohao coughing violently in Leo's arms.
"If the boy can make that much noise, he's fine. Surviving something like that is already lucky enough."
Ren, meanwhile, stared at Leo in astonishment.
Haohao had been dying in his arms just moments earlier, looking as though he might stop breathing at any second. Yet mere seconds after being handed to Leo, the boy was already so full of life.
It was simply unbelievable, as startling as seeing someone diagnosed with paralysis suddenly stand up and start running.
Leo felt a little helpless as he watched Haohao abruptly wake up in his arms and begin sobbing.
The riverbank had been cordoned off and warning signs put up, yet Haohao had still fallen in. The boy really was far too mischievous.
And that one act had nearly cost both him and his father their lives.
"How did you do that? Haohao was just..."
Still panting heavily, Ren looked at Leo with eyes full of curiosity.
"Just a massage technique. This is my specialty, you know."
Leo smiled faintly and spoke softly.
A look of sudden understanding flashed through Ren's eyes, and he instantly assigned Leo some strange identity in his mind.
Leo didn't want to explain any further. He would leave the rest to Ren's imagination, which might work better than any explanation he could force together himself.
After setting Haohao down beside Old Xu, Leo went over to check on Old Li and the other man.
Old Li, who had been standing behind Leo all along, took another few looks at Ren.
More than half an hour earlier, Old Li had already found the actual identity details