"Whimper... whimper," Ningning could only sob.
He had parents! And family!
But… he could no longer remember what his parents looked like. It was only the strange uncle in front of him who provided warmth when he was about to close his eyes, allowing him to make noises again.
Ningning instinctively clung to the man's embrace, no matter what he said to himself, and peacefully fell asleep.
Saint Ruan watched Ningning asleep and chuckled softly, "Little rascal, you're certainly carefree!"
The one thing that kept him from abandoning the child was his well-behaved nature and obedience.
He had never had a child and had never experienced the feeling of parenthood. Picking up this child on a whim, he just wanted to challenge his medical skills to see if he could save him.
You should know, after drinking two taels of alcohol, when he wandered into that alley, the two men holding the child were already cold corpses!
Upon examination, it was clear they had died of poisoning.
