"Bastard, let go," Liang Xiaolin whispered, feeling utterly wronged.
"Quiet for a moment," Liu Banxia said. "Look at that baby, the one three cribs away in this row. Doesn't something seem a bit off?"
Liang Xiaolin couldn't care less about what he was saying; she was too overwhelmed by embarrassment and anxiety. She had even noticed the nurses looking over, their gazes seemingly carrying a peculiar meaning.
He's definitely trying to take advantage of me! she thought firmly. He's just a hooligan, I knew it from the moment I met him!
Just as the young woman had decided she had to fight back, even if it meant going all out, Liu Banxia suddenly released his hand and moved aside.
He hadn't actually intended to take advantage of Liang Xiaolin just then; she had more or less "walked right into his net," so to speak. However, as his gaze shifted up and then down again, he inadvertently noticed the baby's lips looked abnormal—they were somewhat cyanotic.
