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“Im not a thief!” 19
Within the welfare centers dormitory, a nine-year-old girl faced everyones suspicions, her eyes red.
She had a pair of large, watery eyes and was radiantly beautiful.
However, her body looked frail due to malnutrition.
Seeing everyone look at her with disdain and hate, she felt wronged and choked, “That jade… is… It is mine! Im… Im not a thief! My mom left that behind for me!” 5
“So what youre saying is that I stole your stuff!” Standing opposite her was a girl about her age.
Tilting her head, the girl eyed her coldly before she turned to smile innocently at the other children.
Compared to her, the girl looked sweet and proud, as though she were a lofty, little princess showered with everyones love.
As soon as she spoke, the children around them immediately came to her defense.
“Youre obviously lying! Youre lying! Why would Rouer steal your stuff!”
“Right, right! Thats impossible! How is Rouer a thief Clearly, its you who stole her thing!” 11
Faced with all their condemnations and questions, the girl was unable to give any convincing explanations to defend herself.
Absolutely aggrieved, she rubbed her eyes bitterly and burst into tears.
“That is really my jade! Give it back….” 3
Rouer eyed her gloatingly and turned to speak to everyone, “Everyone, its clear! Xiaoshi is the thief! Dont play with her anymore! Thieves are bad!”
Several children vigorously nodded their heads.
“Uh-huh! Lets listen to Princess Rouer! Ignore her in future! Shes a thief!” 8
“Shes a thief! Xiaoshi is a bad girl! Stealing Rouers thing, shame on you!” 8
The children roared with laughter as they dispersed.
Alone, the girl leaned against a wall.
She held back her tears as she gazed at the other childrens backs, tightly clenching her fists.
A row of men clad in black suits lined up outside the directors office.
An energetic-looking elderly man past fifty sat sternly on a sofa.
The set of traditional Chinese garments on him enhanced his respectable demeanor, and under the shadows of his brows was an air of fury.
He might be getting on in years, his appearance slightly aged, but from his handsome facial features, one could still picture how stunning he looked during his prime.
The director brought in a pile of documents, carefully showed them to the elderly man, and respectfully offered them to him.
Mu, these are the children who came into the welfare center last year.
All their information is here.
Please have a look.”
The elderly man reached out his hand for the documents, went over some of them, and then furrowed his eyebrows.
The assistant by his side caught sight of his expression and raised his head to smile at the director, asking, “That child is about eight to nine years old.
May I ask, of those who were admitted last year, how many fit this condition”
The director briefly went over his memories and swiftly replied, “Please hold on a moment.”
The elderly man continued to scan through the documents, yet his eyes were fixed on a family portrait.
He suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed.
“Let me see this girl.”
The director felt stunned before hurriedly nodding.
“I understand! I shall arrange for her to meet you fast!”
He made a call and, soon after, a teacher brought a girl in.
Rouer diligently stood in front of the elderly man, with her hands to her back and chest puffed up.
Grinning from ear to ear, she said, “Grandpa, nice to meet you! Im Rouer.”
The elderly man expressionlessly stared at her and carefully examined every inch of her face.
His eyes slowly narrowed as he looked at her darkly and gloomily.
Rouer curiously wrinkled her brows.
This elderly mans fierce-looking face and stern demeanor somewhat frightened her.
Just as she retreated a few steps, she saw him suddenly gesture to her.