The community staff and police stood between Bao Yanzhen and the child, looking grim.
"Sir, even for adoption, you need to go through strict procedures. Please do not interfere with our work now."
Bao Yanzhen shrugged, one hand in his pocket, and stepped back a few paces, allowing them to take the crying, fussing child away.
Yiran stood stiffly at the doorway, seeing off the guests.
This should have been her moment, her shining hour!
But most of the guests hurriedly left this place of gossip and dispute, not even sparing her another glance as they walked away.
Bao Yanzhen watched the farce dissolve before him with a mocking smile, lighting a cigar leisurely in the chilly wind.
"Worried you'll see yourself in tomorrow's news headlines?"
Yiran bit her lip, her face darkened, choosing not to respond to him.
Bao Yanzhen scoffed coldly: "Don't take yourself too seriously. Tomorrow's front page likely won't feature your face at all. Or maybe..."