"Your son? That cheating woman is carrying your son, isn't she? I know you must have murdered my son. They said if he had a stepmother, he had a stepfather. I didn't believe it, and then what happened..."
Ye Tianxin felt an inexplicable sense of disgust in her heart upon watching the woman with tears and snot running down her face.
The man said sarcastically, "Can you stop fooling around? If you want to do this, why don't you just call the police and say I killed my son?"
The woman put her arm around the little fat boy and wailed.
With a slight sour feeling in her heart, Ye Tianxin slowly backed out of the crowd.
"Tianxin, don't be upset. You've done your best."
Shangguan Ling was worried that Ye Tianxin would blame herself for not saving the little fat boy.
Ye Tianxin shook her head. She was not blaming herself.
She just felt bad for the parents. The little fat boy was eight or nine years old.