"I don't know what to do, but I know we can't sell out our daughter," cried Zhao Yue's mother.
"And the money? What money are you going to use to treat the child? The child has no insurance, and we can't fight the people who beat him. They're all mixed up with the mafia. Do you dare to sue them?" Zhao Yue's father pointed out a painfully realistic problem.
As he spoke, tears also fell from his eyes. "Besides, our child is still young. Do we really want to let him become crippled and suffer from sequelae?"
Zhou Shiran spoke up just in time. "I think Mr. Zhao is absolutely right. A boy is the hope of a family, and Tianqi is still so young. Do we really want to let him end up disabled? Although I want Zhao Yue to take all the blame, I will not ignore the child. I guarantee she won't go to jail, I'll hire the best lawyer."