His voice was hoarse as if he was seriously ill.
His voice was not loud, but it sounded hoarse. Chu Zhaoyang said distressedly: "We're okay, we're okay."
"Don't move!" A group of shouts rang in their ears.
Chu Zhaoyang and the little guy turned their heads and looked over at the same time, and saw a group of special police rushing directly to Yan Chuwei's side and surrounding her.
One of them kicked her wrist and kicked the pistol away from her hand.
Someone immediately took the pistol away.
The rest of the people subdued Yan Chuwei and dragged her off the mat.
"Mr. Chu!"
"Zhaoyang!" Gu Licheng and the Bian Daoren rushed over together and breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Chu Zhaoyang and the little guy were fine. The little guy had been burying his head in Chu Zhaoyang's arms. Gu Licheng had not yet seen the miserable condition of the little guy. Otherwise, he would have to go up and kill Yan Chuwei.
The rest of the police officers stepped forward and pulled Chu Zhaoyang up.
One person wanted to help pick up the little guy, but the little guy had just been so frightened that he immediately shrank in Chu Zhaoyang's arms. Chu Zhaoyang didn't even dare to pat the little guy on the back.
The child was now covered in injuries, so he could only hold him carefully and said to the policeman who was kind enough to help, "Let me do it, the child is frightened."
The police understood.
"Little Millet Cake! Zhaoyang!" Gu Nian hurried down and saw that the two of them were fine, so she immediately rushed over. The heart that was so sad that she was about to die just now finally came back to life at this moment.
After relaxing, there was a complete collapse.
She rushed over, hugged Chu Zhaoyang, and squeezed the little guy into their arms. "You're okay... You're okay... I'm scared to death..." Gu Nian cried.
"It's okay, I told you that I would bring Little Millet Cake back with me." Chu Zhaoyang said softly.
Gu Nian whimpered and punched Chu Zhaoyang: "Don't scare me like this again."
"Stop crying, didn't I bring Millet Cake Back?" Chu Zhaoyang comforted softly.
Gu Nian finally raised her head, with thick tears still hanging on her face, and glared at him. "I'm not only worried about the safety of Little Millet Cake, but also yours!" Gu Nian said angrily.
He just fell down! She will never forget the scene of father and son disappearing in front of her eyes.
At that time, her liver and gallbladder were broken. Now that father and son were standing in front of her, Gu Nian was really grateful to God.
"I know." Chu Zhaoyang said softly. While the little guy was burying his head in his arms, he quickly kissed her under her eyes, kissed away her tears, and moistened his lips.
"Don't cry, don't be afraid, we are all fine." Gu Nian nodded, sniffed, and then looked down at the little guy: "Little Millet Cake."
She didn't dare to hug the little guy rashly now, for fear of not holding it well and causing pain to the little guy again. The little guy was used to being in Chu Zhaoyang's arms, so there was no need to torment him anymore.
"Mom." The little guy said with difficulty in a hoarse voice. Now, it was so difficult to even speak, and Gu Nian couldn't help crying, so she wanted to go to Yan Chuwei to settle the score.
Yan Chuwei was simply not a human being!
How could she be so harsh on a child?
Seeing Gu Nian crying, the little guy quickly comforted her: "Mom, Little Millet Cake doesn't hurt."
"Little Millat Cake, be good, don't talk yet. Your throat hurts. If you talk too much, you will feel uncomfortable." Gu Nian said.
The little guy's throat really hurt so much that every word he spoke felt like it had been cut by a knife.
So, he listened to Gu Nian's words and didn't say anything more. Gu Licheng came over immediately when he heard something was wrong with the little guy's voice. By chance, the little guy was looking at Gu Nian and was in the arms of his parents, which made him relax.
How scared he was before, he felt so relieved now. He wanted to make Gu Nian not feel so uncomfortable, so he wanted to smile at Gu Nian.
As a result, when he pulled the corner of his mouth, it immediately hurt. It happened that at this moment, Gu Licheng saw him.
Gu Licheng was shocked and angry: "Little Millet Cake, who beat you like this!"
"Grandpa..." When the little guy saw Gu Licheng, his grievance surged up again.
Looking at the little guy's small mouth, Gu Licheng felt heartbroken.
"Let's take Little Millet Cake to the hospital first." Chu Zhaoyang said.
"Yes, yes." Gu Licheng nodded repeatedly. As for who it was that had done such a cruel thing to a child, there was no rush. Sooner or later he would be able to find out.
Chu Zhaoyang carried the little guy into the car. The little guy was in pain all over, and Gu Nian wanted him to lie down in the back seat.
But the little guy insisted on staying in Gu Nian's arms, leaving a lot of space free.
Hence, Gu Licheng and the Bian Daoren also sat in together.
On the way, Gu Licheng finally asked him whether the little guy was beaten like this by Yan Chuwei.
Gu Licheng's face immediately darkened.
Yan Chuwei dared to be so harsh on a little child, so don't blame him for being a bit harsher when he asked the people below to interrogate her!
Gu Nian didn't dare to pat the little guy, so she could only coax him to sleep in a low voice.
Until the little guy was really tired and fell asleep, Gu Nian couldn't hold back her tears.
Such a good child, who has always been cared for by them, was now being tortured so much.
***
On Sheng Yue's side, the old lady and others had received a call from Chu Zhaoyang. They were relieved to know that the little guy had been rescued. They hurried to the hospital, and Chu Zhaoyang was also on his way to the hospital.
However, there was a police car clearing the way in front, so it was not troubled by traffic jams and signal lights. The road was smooth and the speed was much faster than the old lady and the others.