After getting into Mo Hua’s car, An Ruo briefly told him about the situation. She wanted his help to find the little boy’s parents and return him to them.
She also hoped that the police could find An Xin and prevent her from endangering other children.
"Leave this little matter to me," Mo Hua said magnanimously.
He took out his phone to call the police station, stating that if anyone reported a missing child, they should contact him. He also had someone search for An Xin based on the clues An Ruo provided.
With his help, An Ruo felt much relieved.
She also called Aunt Zhang to briefly notify her of the situation so she wouldn’t worry.
When they arrived at the restaurant, An Ruo and the others asked for a private room.
From the beginning to the end, she held the child in her arms. Mo Hua looked at her and smiled, "You seem to really like children."
As An Ruo was wiping the little one’s face and hands with a wet wipe, she looked up and replied, "Children are adorable, don’t you think?"
"Yes, they are indeed adorable. But nowadays, fewer and fewer ladies like children. Some even don’t want children after getting married. I thought you might not be interested in these little beings who only know how to cry."
An Ruo looked down at the little fellow in her arms, a smile curving her lips: "Not at all, I think he is very cute."
If her child hadn’t died, he would have been about this age.
"Baby, are you hungry? Shall we eat?" An Ruo scooped some rice into a bowl and mixed in a few spoonfuls of egg custard to feed him.
The little guy was really hungry. As soon as the spoon approached his mouth, he opened wide and ate.
His tiny cheeks puffed out adorably as he chewed.
With every look, An Ruo’s fondness for him grew; she almost wished he were her son.
"Baby, what’s your name, can you tell Auntie?"
"Do you want to eat this? It’s very tasty."
No matter what An Ruo asked, he did not respond to her, nor did he look her directly in the eye. Whatever she fed him, he ate.
An Ruo felt defeated: "Baby, won’t you even look at Auntie?"
Observing them all along, Mo Hua speculated, "Does this child have some issues?"
"What issues?" An Ruo asked in astonishment.
"Could it be intellectual?"
Upon closer examination, he indeed seemed to have some issues. His attention was not on them at all; whatever they said, he never responded.
He played with his hands, thoroughly enjoying himself.
An Ruo’s eyes dimmed, her mood deeply lowered, "Does he really have issues?"
But he was so adorable, how could such a child have problems?
Just then, Mo Hua’s phone rang. After taking the call, he told her, "We’ve found out, this child is from the welfare institute. They called the police station just now, saying that a boy about two years old was missing. According to their description, it must be him."
After eating, An Ruo and Mo Hua took the little guy back to the welfare institute.
The Director told them that the child only had a nickname, Kangkang. He had been abandoned by his parents at the doorstep of the welfare institute.
Since he was frequently ill when he first arrived, they named him Kangkang, which means ’health’.
The Director also mentioned that Kangkang had severe autism and he still couldn’t speak despite being nearly two years old. They had taken him for treatment, but it was ineffective.