But now that Du Heng asked, she had no choice but to nod, forcefully suppressing her fear.
Seeing that Gu had responded, Du Heng said one last time, "Don't move. If you're scared, just close your eyes. But remember, you mustn't move at all. This is the hospital, your dad is here, and I'm about to become a father too. I won't harm you, understood?"
"Mm,"
Gu took a deep breath and resignedly closed her eyes.
Without further delay, Du Heng bent down, picked up the red-hot iron, and angled its base close to Gu's sagging left cheek, bringing it to less than two centimeters away.
No way! Is he really going to iron it directly?
Instantly, the surrounding crowd gasped, their nostrils seemingly already detecting the aroma of roasting meat. Yet, at this moment, none of them dared to make a sound.
This wasn't because of Du Heng's earlier warning; they simply didn't dare.
