Grandpa and grandma indeed found a corner and abandoned my little brother, then quickly ran back home.

Just as they left, I hurriedly picked up my little brother and also went back home.

I placed my little brother in the yard and secretly returned to the kitchen.

By the way, because my mom was pregnant and afraid of noise, she sent me to sleep on the kitchen floor.

It was also because of this that they wouldn't know when I went out.

Early the next morning, after my grandparents got up and saw my little brother in the yard, their faces instantly changed.

They looked at my little brother in horror, not daring to approach.

My dad immediately questioned, "Didn't you lose him?"

Grandpa and grandma trembled as they spoke, "We did, we lost him last night!"

"Then why is he still here? Before anyone finds out, quickly get rid of him!"

My dad, looking at my little brother with disgust, showed no hint of affection.

I quickly ran over and said, "Maybe it's fate that doesn't want him to be given to others, should we raise him ourselves?"

After hearing this, my dad raised his hand and slapped me, "Get lost! How dare you speak up for a worthless thing! Don't you know, having such a freak at home will make people laugh to death!"

I covered my burning face, tears streaming down, but I dared not cry out loud.

Being hit was something I was used to by my grandparents, they even gave me a disdainful look.

At that moment, my little brother woke up, and both of us started crying.

My grandma quickly took them inside, fed them some goat milk, and calmed them down.

My grandpa, looking at the well-fed little brother, took a puff of his cigarette and said, "Tonight, let's lose him again, but farther away."

After hearing that, I felt a chill run through my whole body.

At night, I still secretly followed them, and after they abandoned my little brother again, I quietly brought him back home.

When they saw my little brother back at home, the shock on their faces was indescribable.

Everyone's face was filled with fear.