Wen Ci tilted her head and asked, "Hey, kiddo. It's raining. Why are you wandering around out here instead of heading home?"
"I don't have a home."
Hearing this, Wen Ci's eyes widened. Recalling his reactions, she had a wild thought. "You weren't trafficked, were you? Did you run away and hide here?"
"Yeah."
His confirmation left Wen Ci even more shocked.
'Then again,' she thought, 'human trafficking was most rampant from the eighties to the two-thousands. CCTV wasn't everywhere yet, and neither was DNA testing.'
Seeing the rain fall harder, Wen Ci picked up her umbrella and said, "How about you come home with Auntie and get a warm shower? Then, on Ming'er, Auntie will take you to the police station."
"Okay."
Seeing the little boy agree, a playful smile touched Wen Ci's lips. She teased him, "Aren't you afraid Auntie is a trafficker who's going to trick you and sell you off?"
