Sigh, she was still too young.
Seeing how stubborn she was, the auntie shook her head helplessly and sat back down in front of her little stall.
*
The next afternoon, having learned her lesson from the day before, Su Qiao left home at four o'clock, dragging her cart and preparing to claim a good spot.
She had just crossed the street and had not yet reached the entrance to the Farmers Market when she heard someone shouting.
Right afterward, she saw a scene of someone chasing someone else up ahead.
A tall, muscular man was carrying a two- or three-year-old boy under his arm, while a woman behind him ran after them as fast as she could, anxiously shouting for passersby to help.
"Catch him! Catch him! He snatched my child! He's a human trafficker!"
"Put down my child! Put down my child!"
Su Qiao threw down her cart and was about to rush over to help when two men in police uniforms suddenly jumped out of a car and gave chase.
The lead officer was agile and incredibly fast. When the trafficker looked back and saw that they were police, he threw down the child tucked under his arm and ran forward in a panic with all his might.
The lead officer scooped up the child, shoved him into the arms of the subordinate who had caught up behind him, and continued the pursuit.
The young officer handed the child to the woman, who came running up breathlessly. "Hold on to your child."
The woman's eyes were red as she tightly hugged her son, her hands trembling. "Yes, yes, I'll hold on to him. I'll hold on tight. I'll never let go of his hand again. Never again."
The young officer continued after the trafficker, but a sudden