"Do any of you remember where your homes are?" Wu Jie asked, looking at these young children. If they didn't remember, it would be truly difficult to return them all home.
"Uncle, I don't know where my home is, I only remember being taken away while playing at my house gate." One of the children replied after hearing Wu Jie's question, expressing the scant memory he could recall.
"I don't remember where my home is either, I've been sold several times and have been taken to many places."
"Me too."
As each of the children expressed their experiences, the adults present were at a loss for words. These were children who had no memories of their homes, and some had changed hands multiple times. Finding their families was like looking for a needle in a haystack.
"What do you think?" Wu Jie, looking at the composed Chu Molin, asked.
"Let's take them back first, we'll deal with the rest later." Chu Molin was prepared for this situation, so he directly gave Wu Jie his answer when asked.
