Sweet Time Only for You: The Entanglement between Mr. Lu and Miss Song-Chapter 263: Dealing with the Bad Uncles Alone
Wei Zai glanced around and, seeing no one else, casually tossed Luolu by the roadside.
Anyway, that kid didn’t know where he had dumped the little girl, dead or alive.
Unlucky to come across such a sickly one, Wei Zai frowned, spat on the ground, and turned to leave.
After Wei Zai drove away, about half an hour later, a middle-aged man passed through the alley.
The man had just had a drink at a friend’s house, feeling tipsy, holding onto the wall as he walked forward, humming a little tune, flashlight in hand.
Suddenly, he tripped over something.
"Oh no—who the hell left something here? Ouch, it hurts!"
The man’s flashlight fell to the ground, rolling several meters away. Cursing, he held his waist and climbed up from the ground.
Then, he picked up the flashlight and shone it on a spot on the ground, startled sober by what he saw.
Oh God, it’s a child?!
Thinking he was drunk and seeing things, the man rubbed his eyes again.
But it was clearly a girl around five or six years old, not his imagination!
The man quickly squatted down, shaking the girl’s body, "Hey, girl, girl, wake up?"
The little girl had no reaction whatsoever; the man hurriedly picked her up and took her to a nearby hospital.
...
After Wei Zai left with Luolu, Song Dabai had been on edge.
Although the bad guy uncle promised to let Luolu go, he was still very scared in his heart. Bad guys always lie—what if the bad guy uncle was lying?
He prayed in the dark little room, hoping Luolu wouldn’t have any troubles and could escape safely.
As long as she escaped, she wouldn’t be sold off.
However, even though he was worried about Luolu, Song Dabai knew clearly in his heart he couldn’t stay there; he had to find a way to save himself.
His big, bright, curious eyes darted around, and suddenly he had an idea.
Just then, there was the sound of the room door being opened from outside. It seemed the young bad guy uncle had returned.
Then he heard someone ask, "Is it done?"
"Yeah, it’s done."
"Sold for how much?"
"Just five thousand."
"What, only five thousand?" Da Ming frowned and complained, "Did you pocket some yourself?"
"What are you talking about!" Wei Zai snapped, "That little girl is just a sickly one. It’s lucky to have sold her at all—how much more do you want?!"
As he spoke, he pulled out five thousand cash from his waist and slapped it on the table, "Here, it’s five thousand. Take it or leave it!"
Although Da Ming was disgruntled with Wei Zai, he still put the money into his pants pocket.
...
Song Dabai hid in the room, seeing everything outside clearly through the crack in the door.
He was clever and immediately saw that the younger, skinnier bad guy uncle was very dissatisfied with the older bad guy uncle.
It seemed he could seize the opportunity to escape while they were at odds.
Song Dabai looked back at the coffee table, where the bread and milk that Luolu had left were, and suddenly had an idea.
He went over to the coffee table, tore open the milk carton, deliberately spilling milk everywhere.
He took big bites of the bread, gobbling it down, then stuck his fingers down his throat, and shortly after, he vomited what he had eaten.
Immediately, he yelled intentionally, "Oh dear... oh, it hurts... ouch ouch ouch..."
