While the woman was holding the child and crying, onlookers pulled out their cell phones and took pictures of the incident, which were then quickly distributed through their circles of friends.
The police also rushed over and arrested the trafficker.
The trafficker looked resigned; she could not escape.
The woman pulled on Xia Xibei, her face full of gratitude.
"Thank you so much! If it wasn't for you, my child would have-"
Thinking of some horrible possibility, she couldn't help but tear up and have palpitations.
These heartless, murderous traffickers!
Xia Xibei laughed, "When I see injustice, I must help."
Although not every parent was good, the vast majority of parents loved their children. If the child was lost, the family would be decimated.
"Thank you very much anyway!" The woman hugged the child. "My name is Qi Yuntian, and this is my son Zhuo Jingxu. Can I have your name?"
