Qian Yikun returned to the police station. The three children had been matched up with nearly 200 missing children in the past six months. The vice-captain was still lamenting. The amount of childbirth going on was simply terrifying.
"How's it going?" Qian Yikun put down the car keys in his hand and went straight to the point. The three babies were already drinking milk from the milk powder they bought and were quieter now.
"We're investigating them one by one. What we're most afraid of now is that these babies were taken away before they've even received their birth certificates," the vice-captain said. He looked at the marks on his captain's neck and clicked his tongue. "It must have been intense. Even your skin's all scratched up."
Qian Yikun, "..."
That woman, Mo Fei's mouth definitely had this ability.
Qian Yikun reached out and took the note from the vice-captain. "It's him. I know his handwriting."
