The child looked bewildered, clutching his pants tightly, his hair disheveled, and he still refused to speak.
Zhao Xiaoyue then said, "Don't tell me you can't speak. A mute isn't like this. I want the truth. Otherwise, I'll have my parents send you to an orphanage. I think they'll agree!"
As he spoke, he dusted off the dust on his pants; one mud spot had dried and couldn't be brushed off.
The child visibly panicked upon hearing about the orphanage, but remained silent.
Zhao Xiaoyue "..."
Okay, we can keep the children, but we can't keep those with unknown origins. So let's go to an orphanage!
When the child saw Zhao Xiaoyue get up and walk forward, he grabbed Zhao Xiaoyue's sleeve and pleaded with his eyes!
The bus was bumpy, and the child's voice was a little hoarse. "My name is Henry," he said, pulling two pieces of paper from the lining of his clothes. One was a hospital birth certificate, and the other was a handwritten lab report without a signature.
The little boy's name is Henry, a typical mix of Chinese and Western styles. He is indeed five years old. His parents' names are not written on the paper, which is blank. The rest of the information is useless.
Henry did indeed start being targeted by human traffickers, but he was rescued by someone, and the person who rescued him was also killed by the traffickers.
He has a long scar on his back, which he got when he ran away. The leukemia test results on his body also belong to the person who saved him.
He never trusted anyone again, and when someone offered to adopt him, he would show them his medical records.
That way, anyone who sees him will know that the child has incurable leukemia, and eventually no one will want him.
And then he became a little beggar!
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