A Guide for the Beloved Kid to Climb onto the Roof and Remove Tiles

Song Haochen's sudden shout startled Madam Song.

She subconsciously thought that her mischievous nephew was up to something again.

Just as I was about to say something, I turned around and saw him rushing in carrying a child covered in blood.

"what happened?"

For some reason, Madam Song's heart suddenly jumped.

She quickly walked to Song Haochen's side and carefully took the child into her arms.

The little guy is so thin and small, he seems to have hardly any flesh on his body. He feels so light in your hands that it's as if he doesn't exist.

Madam Song felt a sudden pang of panic and heartache for no apparent reason.

"Aunt Ye, quickly call the doctor, go quickly."

Ye Hong muttered to herself, wondering where Song Haochen had gotten this dirty child from, and worried that it might frighten Jiao Jiao.

He reluctantly went to see the doctor.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Sui Sui's back and thought she looked somewhat familiar, so he hurriedly left.

Song Haochen was already so frightened that his face turned pale, and he was incoherent.

"Third Aunt, she's vomiting blood! Is she alright? Please save her, she won't die..."

Looking at Song Zhisui's pale face, Song Haochen felt more and more guilty and remorseful. Overwhelming regret almost drowned him.

If he had known, he wouldn't have gotten angry with the child.

Now look what happened, the child was so angry he vomited blood and died.

This child looked so pitiful, how could he not have resisted...?

It was at this moment that the doctor rushed over, performed a series of examinations on the baby, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"The child isn't dead, but..."

He looked at Sui Sui with some heartache, "She has been malnourished for a long time, and she was beaten, which is why she vomited blood. The person who did it was quite violent."

A flash of anger crossed Madam Song's eyes.

"Who would lay a hand on such a young child? Do they have no humanity?"

When Song Haochen heard that Song Zhisui was alright, he finally felt relieved.

Ye Hong's heart skipped a beat.

I was in such a hurry that I didn't pay attention and didn't really look at the child's face.

The more I look at her clothes, the more familiar they seem.

Isn't that Song Zhisui?

Ye Hong's heart was pounding in her chest!

What's going on? Why is Song Zhisui here?!

She left in a hurry because she was worried that Song Zhisui and Madam Song would run into each other.

Now look what's happened, this brat was actually brought up by Song Haochen!

When Ye Hong saw Madam Song raise her hand to wipe Song Zhisui's face, she rushed forward and almost screamed.

"Madam, how can I let you do this? I can handle it myself."

Madam Song's gentle brows furrowed slightly.

"Aunt Ye, what's wrong?"

"I...I just thought the child was too dirty, and I don't know where he came from. I don't want him to pass on any germs to you and Miss. I can handle this kind of thing."

Hearing this, Madam Song became somewhat angry.

"He's just a poor child, so don't say things like that again."

Ye Hong became even more anxious. "Madam, I know you are kind-hearted, but please let me do it."

Madam Song didn't want to hear anything more from Ye Hong. She took a wet wipe and carefully wiped the baby's face.

The little one's eyelids twitched, and it slowly opened its eyes.

She slowly shifted her gaze from the gentle, middle-aged woman in front of her, then precisely fixed it on Ye Hong, who was standing anxiously behind her, and called out.

"Is she really a black-hearted boss? She doesn't seem like it."

With her large eyes and distinct pupils, the words she spoke almost made Ye Hong choke on the spot.