She is the only family I have in this world.
Her presence has already made my son a laughingstock, she doesn’t dare to cause him more trouble.
She has always obeyed her son’s words.
Just like this ti "going on a trip," she didn’t want to co at all.
She is afraid, she doesn’t dare to go to crowded places, and even less to unfamiliar environnts.
But her son said he wanted to take her out to have fun, so she endured the fear and obediently followed him out.
Now it’s the sa, she doesn’t dare to stay here alone, but her son said he would go buy sothing and told her to stay put, she was scared to death, but she held on and let go of her grip on her son’s sleeve.
But why hasn’t her son co back yet?
So much ti has passed, her legs are weak from standing, her stomach is growling, and most terrifying, she feels several malicious gazes.
"Boss, is this the crazy woman? Would anyone want her if we take her back? Better not end up stuck with her."
A man who looked ordinary, even a bit honest, whispered to a middle-aged woman next to him.
"What do you know? She doesn’t look like she’s naturally stupid, more like she’s postnatally shocked."
The middle-aged woman also had a simple, honest appearance, but her small eyes flashed with cunning brilliance.
"Since she’s not naturally stupid, there’s no fear of her giving birth to a crazy son. I guess she looks to be in her forties, a bit old, but still able to have children!"
And a woman who can have children can be sold for so money.
There are plenty of old bachelors in remote mountains who want that.
"... Even if no one wants her, it’s no problem. Break her limbs and throw her into the city as a beggar, that’s also money!"
"Maybe seeing her act all crazy and dumb, people would pity her more and give more money!"
The middle-aged woman looked like an ordinary housewife, but her words were cruel and vicious.
In her eyes, people were no longer human, but commodities for her to trade!
"Yes, right! We can just make her a beggar!"
Upon hearing this, the seemingly honest man agreed.
"The main point is, crazy won like her basically have no family, even if we sell her, cripple her, no one will cause trouble!"
The middle-aged woman’s eyes were sharp and her mind agile.
Seeing this crazy woman dressed fairly clean but left alone at the train station, she guessed so truths—
She’s probably been abandoned by her family.
Co to think of it, a crazy woman, no longer young, is a burden at ho.
If she’s from a well-off family, they might find a way to care for her.
But if she’s with an ordinary or impoverished family, tsk tsk, that’s a huge burden.
Being abandoned makes sense.
And even if such a person disappears, no one would call the police or search!
No effort needed, no worries about trouble, a small profit guaranteed, the middle-aged woman found it very worthwhile!
"Sis, are you waiting for your family to pick you up?"
Having made up her mind, the middle-aged woman gave a signal to a few accomplices.
Besides the honest-looking man by her side, there were three others in their little gang.
The other three didn’t look ordinary or honest, each tall and strong, not easy to ss with.
However, these three "muscle n" usually hid in the crowd.
Unless they saw the middle-aged woman failing to "lure," they would jump out and forcibly snatch.
Like now, the middle-aged woman was taking advantage of the situation, trying to pick up a crazy woman for free, generally without danger, so the young accomplices didn’t rush in.
The middle-aged woman smiled warmly, sidling up to Mrs. He, warmly engaging her in conversation.
Mrs. He was startled, hurriedly looking around, "My, my son went to buy sothing, he’ll be back soon!"
Perhaps from fatigue, fear, or being provoked by the middle-aged woman, Mrs. He beca sowhat ntally confused, babbling, "Son? Yes, I have a son, I gave birth to a son!"
"My son is a college student, my son is very successful! Son! My son!"
"Son, where are you? I’m scared, I want to go ho!"
"Bad people, you’re all bad people! Don’t co near, son, please save , I’m scared!"
Mrs. He exploded, like a ntally ill patient having an episode.
However, she was only shouting, not being violent.
The middle-aged woman’s eyes flashed coldly, giving a signal to her pretending "old partner" companion.
The honest-looking man stretched out an arm to grab Mrs. He’s wrist.
"Stop! What are you doing?"
Suddenly, a clear male voice ca from a distance, a pale hand grabbed the honest man’s arm forcefully...
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