"You were too young at that time, so of course there are no photos, but can a mother still misidentify her daughter?"
"Nanny, didn't your grandma tell you about my return?" Yan Rulan grabbed Manshu and wouldn't let go.
She knew that her mother was partial and could not coax her to give her a house.
But for a little girl who lacks love, can't she still coax her?
Don't look at Yan Manshu's stubbornness now and regard her as a human trafficker. As long as she knows that she is her mother, even if she is not her biological child, won't she feel a little bit envious?
For so many years, she has been growing up in the countryside without the love of her parents.
"My grandma said my mother died long ago." Manshu looked at her with a half-smile.
Manshu knew exactly what Yan Rulan was thinking.
"Uncles, aunts, grandparents, please call the police for me. I heard that there are some human traffickers who specialize in abducting female students. I don't think this aunt is a good person!"
When Manshu said this, someone actually called the police.
No, someone had already called the police before Manshu could call the police.
After all, this is a school district, and almost every household has children. Human traffickers are everywhere, so what's the point?
Who knows whether the next person targeted will be his own child?
"Don't be afraid, little sister, I have already called the police!"
Yan Rulan was simply mad.
"Are you sick? I'm looking for my daughter and I call the police? Do you think I look like a human trafficker in the way I'm dressed?"
After she finished scolding him, she went to drag Manshu back.
But before she met Manshu, she was separated by an aunt.
This aunt usually goes for walks with Grandma Yan, and occasionally asks her to go dancing.
Treating Manshu is like treating her own granddaughter.
She blocked Manshu behind her: "Don't talk nonsense here. Mei Fang has told me that her mother has died a long time ago. Where did she come from?"
This is actually inconsistent with what Manshu said before.
She first said that her mother had been away for more than ten years, and then she said that she was dead.
But, who cares?
Everyone's attention has been attracted by the word "human trafficker".
Fortunately, Yan Rulan had some grace and didn't curse here.
She didn't want to offend Grandma Yan.
Half an hour later, both parties were taken to the police station.
Manshu refused to admit that this was her mother and only said that she had never seen this person before.
Yan Rulan had to take out her ID card: "Comrade police, I am really her mother, but I have been abroad so the child doesn't know her."
Manshu didn't say anything. When she arrived at the police station, she only said that she suspected this was a new type of scam by human traffickers. This person must have been investigating in the community to find out her information so clearly.
The police were reminded by Manshu that there are still human traffickers who pretend to be relatives of others and then abduct women and children?
They were busy taking notes, making sure to write down this case and remind the general public during publicity and education.
"Classmate Manshu, is your mother's name like this? Take a look." An old policeman handed Yan Rulan's ID card to Manshu.
Manshu looked at it and then said hesitantly: "That's my adoptive mother's name."
"Adoptive mother?" The old policeman raised his eyebrows, "What's going on?"
Manshu leisurely told the old policeman his life story, but concealed the fact that Yan Rulan deliberately changed the child.
But it was the old policeman who, with his keen sense of smell, discovered something was wrong.
"You mean, your biological mother and this Yan Rulan are cousins. They gave birth in the same hospital on the same day, and then you were held in the wrong arms after you were born?"