The call came at 10:47 PM. My six-year-old son was bleeding into his brain, and the only surgeon who could save him was lying in bed with his mistress. ‘You’d curse your own child to stop our…
“Jiaming, your son is dying. He was hit by a truck. Brain hemorrhage. Only you can save him. ” Sheng Jiaming lay in bed with his mistress, Chu Meng, and didn’t move. “You’d curse your own child just to stop our divorce? ” “Jiaming, I’m begging you. There are only two hours—” “Two hours. ” … Read more