Then they went to the welfare home to inquire about the identities of the people who had adopted the children.
The director of the welfare home gave the same old answer: "We will protect the privacy of adoptive parents."
Holding the children's photos, Su Wanwan said, "Mr. Jiang came to your place a few days ago, right? At that time, the two children had already been adopted by someone else. But coincidentally, I later found them in the back mountains of a small village in the suburbs. Are you sure you don't want to show them to me? Then I'll call the police."
"No need to invite them anymore, the police are already investigating those two people."
Just then, Jiang Shengjun's voice rang out from behind.
Su Wanwan turned around and asked in shock, "You're so fast?"
Only then did I realize that his outfit today was different from usual.
He was dressed in simple sportswear, which showed off his slender figure.
His hair was tied up with a headband, with a few stray strands falling out and swaying gently in the breeze, adding a touch of casualness and unruliness to his appearance.
His face was sharply defined, and his eyes were deep and resolute, shining like stars.
A faint smile played on her lips, radiating confidence and charm.
The overall image is both sporty and energetic, yet also exudes a noble air, making it look exceptionally sophisticated.
He held a basketball in his hand, followed by a group of children from the orphanage. He said, "Of course it's fast. What a coincidence, Wanwan. I was just thinking of coming over today to play basketball with the children as a way of doing charity. Don't bother looking for those two people. They're already gone, and the police are investigating them."
Su Wanwan and the dean were both stunned: "Dead? What happened?"
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