Farmers are not afraid of anything except a bad harvest and being sued. When they heard the charge of human trafficking, not only did Fu Xiwen open his mouth in fear, but Aunt Ping's face also turned green.
Lu Fei interrupted and said, "I am the child's second uncle. If you return the child today, we won't mention anything else. If not, I will go to the police station to report the case immediately."
Fu Xiwen and Aunt Ping looked at each other, but it seemed that they still didn't want to hand over the child. Lu Fei sneered and said, let's go to the police station. Fu Xiwen glared at Aunt Ping and shouted, "Why don't you return the child to her?"
Aunt Ping didn't dare to throw a tantrum at this moment. She hurried back to the house and carried Xiaoxue out. Before handing her to Lu Fei, she deliberately said firmly: "We have agreed that I will return the child to you and you can't go to the police station to sue us again."
"Don't worry, as long as the child is safe, we don't want to cause any more trouble." Lu Fei took the child and said.
Now that we have the child, there is no need to tangle with them anymore, lest we get scolded by the old woman again. When we were leaving, Fu Xiwen chased me out and grabbed my arm, saying to me with an uneasy look on his face: "Nephew, no, son-in-law, please don't sue us." This honest man was still worried.
I patted his hand and said, "No, don't worry." Looking at his wrinkled face and gray hair, he looked much older than a year ago. He should be only in his fifties, but now he looks like he is seventy. My heart softened. Fu Xiwen has been farming all his life. How can he get used to life outside when he was forced to go out to make a living? He has aged a dozen years in the past year. I felt bad, so I took out the only five hundred yuan in my pocket and gave it to him, and told him to come to me if he had any difficulties in the future.
Fu Xiwen kept thanking his son-in-law in the back, which made me feel sad and angry. Fu Xueman, this unfilial daughter, if it weren't for her, the old man should have been farming in Shangcheng Town, basking in the sun, and what worries him. Now, he is displaced and has no face to go home. He is almost tormenting the old man to death!
I got into the car with a depressed mood. I looked at Xiaoxue in Qu Mo's arms. She was rolling her dark little eyes and smiling at us. She didn't look scared at all. But when she saw me, she pouted and tears came down. I couldn't help but smile bitterly and took the child. I thought to myself, why did you choose me? Qu Mo saved you at that time, how could you forget it? If you don't know, you would think we were better off before.
Sure enough, after Lu Fei started the car, he asked me, "Brother Xi, have you ever secretly contacted Wang Yang before?"
Han, Qu Mo and Wang Zijun also looked at me with suspicion after hearing this. I glared at them and said, "Really not, I'm not lying to you."
"You look nervous." Qu Mo covered his mouth and laughed softly.
My face turned red: "Aren't you worried? Wang Yang and I really have nothing."
Lu Fei and Wang Zijun burst into laughter. The two boys were now wearing the same trousers. They said in unison: "Who would believe it?"
If you don't believe it, then don't believe it. Anyway, I believe it. I didn't dare to say more, for fear that the more I talked about it, the worse it would be. After returning to Shangcheng Town at around 10 o'clock, Xiaoxue suddenly stopped crying and started laughing again. Who is this little girl thinking about in her little mind? It made me very curious.
We didn't eat anything last night and were hungry all night. We didn't care what time it was and went to Uncle Yinzi's restaurant to eat something and then drove to Tanzi Village.
As soon as we got outside the village, we saw a crowd of people surrounding the deep pit. We were immediately shocked, wondering if someone else had died in there.