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.
