Another day passed like this and the next day, she and Uncle carried the child to find a policeman.
Before they even reached the station, they heard a loud sound. "She is mine, she is mine. I have found the human trafficker, I have found him!"
Before Flower could react, a bunch of people came running over and snatched the child away from her arms. She didn't even have the time to explain anything when she started getting beat by the rest.
Uncle was shocked too, but he instinctively covered her body with his. All the rods and baton landed on his back. A man picked up a brick and threw it onto his head. Blood spurted out from the wound but there were still people who weren't satisfied.
The child was crying, Flower was crying. Everyone around them was shouting and scolding and it didn't take very long for the police to arrive. Flower and Uncle had a swollen face with wounds covering their entire bodies.
