Nianyang sneered, "Since you insist on shamelessly occupying my seat, I'll have to get the train administrator to help."
At the mention of the train administrator, the middle-aged woman's face changed slightly, and a scruffy-bearded man in the right row spoke gruffly, "Woman, don't cause trouble, go back to your seat!"
The middle-aged woman pouted, unwillingly gave back the seat to Nianyang, and spat at her as she walked down the aisle.
Sitting in her seat, Nianyang became increasingly uneasy.
The middle-aged woman had actually hurt her own child just to occupy a seat — could a real mother do such a thing?
As this thought surfaced, Nianyang couldn't help but entertain a bold idea: what if the child wasn't hers?
Considering this, Nianyang discreetly began to observe the woman's actions.
She noticed the infant in the woman's arms was crying continuously, yet she didn't attempt to soothe it, instead forcing a bottle of plain water into its mouth.
