"Police, put down the weapon, put your hands on your head and squat down."
The arrival of the police made Carney lose his arrogance. He squatted down with his hands on his head, with a hint of flattery in his eyes.
"Sir, I was just disciplining my son, I didn't mean to kill him, you misunderstood."
The police ignored his poor excuses and. After investigating the neighbors, Carney was taken back to the police station.
Soon, there were only two of us left in the repair shop.
I endured the pain in my body and stood up, only to see him curled up in the corner, eating a moldy pancake.
This scene deeply hurt my eyes.
I couldn't imagine that my beloved husband would have such a tragic life experience.
I walked forward and squatted in front of him after regaining my senses.
The young face in front of me overlapped with the person in my memory. I touched the wound on his face, filled with tenderness in my eyes.
"Brian, does it hurt? "
My voice made his pupils shrink, and then his eyes looked at me with caution.
The next second, he raised his hand and grabbed my neck, his gaze cold.
"Who are you? Why did you save me?"
"Also, how did you know my name?"