Normally, when there was a group of children hanging out together, there would be chaos, but these kids were curiously devoid of any vibrancy and life. When Song Qingchun got closer, she realized that all the children were underdeveloped. Some sat there with drool dripping out of their mouths while others had underdeveloped limbs.
Song Qingchun turned her head unconsciously away to look at Su Zhinian. As if reading the question in her mind, Su Zhinian offered her the answer. "All the children here were born with natural defects."
The middle-aged woman heard Su Zhinian and turned around to smile kindly at Song Qingchun. "I heard from Mr. Su that you're a reporter who wishes to do a special report on children with congenital abnormalities, is that right?"
