Blue swaddling blanket, blue clothes.
Fang Yue described everything from back then very clearly, and with the clothes as well, Xu Qinghe knew it was right.
"Is Nianhua also panda blood? Her sister is also panda blood." Fang Yue asked the most crucial question.
As soon as Xu Qinghe heard this, he felt even more certain. He recalled that he had reported it to the police back then, but no one ever came to look for him. He voiced his suspicions.
"That year, it was all my fault." Fang Yue wiped her tears as she delivered the explanation she'd prepared in advance.
Xu Qinghe stayed silent. Since opening the furniture factory, he'd met all kinds of customers; the more people he met, the sharper his eyes became.
He only half believed Fang Yue's words.
The child was stolen—how could Fang Yue, as the mother, not call the police?
And then, after the child was stolen, she was left under the Big Locust Tree?
No matter how you think about it, it just doesn't make sense.
