"Madam, shall we go back now?" Leng Youchen embraced her, taking her away from the hospital. Back in the car, Wei Anning leaned against the seat, hugging her knees and curling up into a ball, as if she were still in her mother's womb, seeking security.
She murmured to herself, "How could this be? Why do they all say they've never seen them, when they clearly work there?"
Leng Youchen's brows were deeply furrowed as he withdrew the two portraits from her hands, which she had crumpled slightly. He smoothed them out bit by bit, studying the ordinary and plain faces on the paper.
Such people would not attract attention on the streets.
He could not be sure whether these were just casual drawings by the madam to gain his trust. Because if they truly existed, why did the principal and the head nurse both say they had never seen them?
Even the neighbors in the district where she had lived said they had never seen her.
