Qin Jian carried An Hao for a while and then put her down, pointing to the bustling crowd on the street and said, "Look at these hasty passersby, who saw this scene? Even if they saw it, who would speak up for you and call for help?"
An Hao wiped away the tears that had streamed down her cheeks and said, "So, you're giving me a lesson?"
"Yes!" Qin Jian extended his hand to wipe away her tears seriously, "If I had a handkerchief just now, and it had something that could make you unconscious on it, just cover your mouth. In seconds, you could lose consciousness! You studied medicine, you know I'm not exaggerating! After that, someone could easily carry you like a slab of pork, hardly using any effort to take you away!"
"I understand." An Hao bit her lower lip; she saw the expression in Qin Jian's eyes—he was indeed angry.
However, she was also thinking about the future for the children and him.
