Wang Hu closed the doors and windows of his house tightly to try to block out the sound, but unfortunately the sound insulation in this old building was too poor.
The child's crying was shrill again, and someone knocked on Wang Hu's door.
"Wang Hu, why is your child crying again?" The person knocking on the door was the aunt who lived next door.
Wang Hu opened the door, concealing the guilt in his eyes, and explained with a bit of complaint.
"My brother's child, a little girl, came to me and kept crying. I couldn't do anything about her."
The aunt had no doubts. Although Wang Hu was a bit of a jerk, he was not a very evil person. She had no doubt that Wang Hu would kidnap other people's children.
But the child kept crying, and she felt a headache listening to it from the next room, so she frowned and asked.
"Is he hungry? This child keeps crying, don't let it cause any problems."
Wang Hu was also a little confused. How could crying all the time cause problems?
"So what should we do now? Feed her? What should we feed her?"
The aunt looked into the house and asked: "How old is this child?"
"About a month." Wang Hu replied.
"Oh my, the baby is still drinking milk, how could they just throw it to you? These parents are so irresponsible."
"What kind of milk do you want? I'm going to buy some now. Is there any in the supermarket downstairs?" Wang Hu was also troubled by the child's noise. He just wanted to buy some food to feed the child and stop him from crying.
"It needs to be a special milk powder. Children this age can't drink it randomly, or they'll get an upset stomach." The aunt replied. She had raised a child before, so she had some conscience and wouldn't talk nonsense.
"Baby formula is so expensive, hundreds of dollars a can. Didn't the parents bring any formula with them when they sent the child here?"
But the aunt knew that Wang Yong had no job, wandered around the streets all day, and liked to play cards. How could he get the money to buy milk powder for his child? He himself could not even afford to eat one meal a day.
Wang Hu thought of the one million that Lin Jiao had promised him. Although he had only given her a deposit of 300,000, it was still a lot. There was no need for him to save so little money on milk powder.
Wang Hu said readily, "The child's father left some money. Could you please help me buy a bucket of milk powder?"
The main reason was that he didn't know what Lin Jiao wanted to do with the child. If the child was hurt or something happened, it would be a waste of time if he didn't give him the remaining 700,000 yuan.
Of course, Wang Hu also had a secret idea. Lin Jiao was caught now, and no one knew whether Lin Jiao would give him up. If she did, the police would come and see that the child was fine, so they might give him a lighter sentence.
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