That man really was something else.
When he saw the child crying, his first reaction wasn't to comfort her. Instead, he blamed the parent who had come over for not keeping a better eye on her.
What parent could put up with that?
Their own child was crying right in front of them.
They were already worried sick.
Who would have expected the other person not only to show no concern for their child, but to heap complaints on the child's parent instead?
No wonder the parent had given him an earful.
He really had no idea how to treat people.
The man's face darkened.
He opened his mouth, but seemed unable to get the words out.
He...
He cursed up a storm in his head.
So what if it was a child?
Did that mean the child could run into someone and then blame the person who'd been hit?
Besides, the child might not know any better, but what about her parent?
This fat woman had been rude to him from the moment they met.
Who did she think she was?
She hadn't kept an eye on her own child. If something happened, she had it coming.
The round-faced police officer had seen all kinds of people. One glance at the man's expression told him that the man didn't agree with a word he'd said.
He sighed inwardly.
People these days just loved making simple things complicated.
What was the point?
There were so many better ways to spend their time.
Instead, they insisted on wasting it on something so pointless.
"Bao Bao."
The woman looked down at the child burying her face in her arms.
The faint, hoarse sobs she heard made her heart ache.
"Don't cry."
"It's okay."
"Don't be scared."
"Mommy's here."
"No