The Story Behind the Room without Air Conditioning

As soon as my brother came in, the people outside who were seeing the fun suddenly made a noise. Until now, I realized that it was my parents who came back.

I thought they would be detained for a few days, but I didn't expect them to be released now.

The most embarrassing thing was that there were policemen following behind them. Under such circumstances, my parents looked dejected, like dogs on a leash.

My mother pled, "Sir, I told you there are two children at home. They are so young and don't know how to eat or sleep. You can't detain me."

Coincidentally, this policeman was the one who took me to the Child Protective Service before.

My dad also complained, "Sir, it's not against the law for me to cheat on my wife. You have no right to detain me, right?"

"Yet, fighting in public will endanger public security."

My mother was smarter than my father. She immediately brought both of us to her and pinched our arms hard. Hence, my brother and I screamed in pain.

She said, "Sir, my children are crying so hard. They can't leave me. Please be lenient, and don't detain me."

I ripped open my sleeves, revealing the obvious wounds on my body. It caught my mother off guard.

"Sir, please take my mother away. She beats me whenever she's home."

My mother was stunned and quickly explained, "Sir, I really didn't hit her. I haven't hit her since you warned me last time."

Indeed, she didn't hit me, but I could pinch myself. I did it secretly just now.

I stared at the policeman timidly, then looked at my mother fearfully, and retracted my hand in fear. It looked very natural.

The policeman became angry in an instant. "I originally wanted to give you two a chance to correct, but I didn't expect you to be so stubborn. We will ask the Child Protective Service staff to take care of them. As for you two, you will be detained for half a month."

My mother didn't even have a chance to explain. She then was handcuffed and taken away. The previous onlookers didn't walk far away either, so they all witnessed them being taken away. My mother, a person who valued her reputation, couldn't bear it.

My father was also taken away, but he was more sensible than her. He lowered his head and tried to keep a low profile.

I pushed my brother hard and whispered to him, "You don't want to stay with me forever, right? If so, hurry up and plead for Dad. Be louder!"

My brother was hesitant and unable to utter a word. I approached and instructed him in a low voice.

Fortunately, this guy got it and started shouting immediately.

"Sir, please let my father go. He was just looking for a stepmother for us."

He continued to shout, "She is familiar with my mother, so she won't hurt us. Can she cook for us? I'm almost starving at home."

As expected, the people present gave my dad disdainful looks, pointing fingers, and started scolding him.

"Indeed, we can't judge a person by his appearance. He usually looks like a good person, but I didn't expect him to do such a thing."

"How terrible it is! I feel sorry for this little girl. Her father doesn't love her and her mother doesn't care about her."

"It's obvious that his wife favors boys over girls. She finally has a son, so she naturally ignores her daughter."

The onlookers expressed my feelings. I once again put on a pitiful look and looked at the police officer.

As they were about to take me to the Child Protective Service, I knew that my goal had been achieved.