He Ziming felt a pang in his heart, grabbed the man, and snatched the wallet from him.
"You... What are you doing? You're robbing, revolting."
He Ziming ignored him and grabbed five hundred yuan.
"Not a penny more, keep an eye on it, you dirty money."
He threw the wallet on the ground, took his own things, picked up Zhirou, and walked out.
"Hey, you, you, he robbed us, what are you doing, honey, call the police, call the police."
...
He Ziming took Zhirou to the hospital.
Receiving an IV drip, taking medicine, Zhirou had been outside in the cold for who knows how long, her whole body had lost warmth, it was only after being in the hospital for a long time that she warmed up.
He Ziming looked at her, holding her hand, watching from the side.
Mu Zhirou was really very thin, very thin.
She looked like she was all skin and bones.
Now lying here, if she were wrapped in a blanket, she might be invisible to people.
