The fake daughter can be salty or sweet

The next morning, Yang Zizi contacted Qianwan's parents and asked them to come and pick up their child.

But before Yang Zizi finished speaking, the other party hung up the phone in a panic, as if she didn't want to take back the abandoned child, and didn't want people to know that she was an irresponsible mother.

Looking at Qianwan, this poor child, Yang Zizi naturally wanted to raise her as a daughter, but after all, they were not of the same race. It was indeed inconvenient for them, the vampires, to raise a human girl, and it was also very dangerous.

Yang Zizi decided to make another call. If the other party refused to take his child back again, he would have to call the police.

"Hello, is this Qianwan's mother?" Yang Zizi's tone was very polite.

"Who are you?" This time the other party's tone was somewhat relaxed.

"I heard that your daughter is lost and you must be very worried now. Don't worry, Qianwan is now at our house. She is fine. She is waiting for her mother to take her home."

The other party seemed to sob, and the sound of a man and an old man arguing could be heard vaguely.

Yang Zizi could probably guess what kind of family this was.

It was probably a family with average family conditions, where the elders valued sons over daughters and would abandon their daughters in order to support their sons.

In this era, there is still this low-level concept of favoring sons over daughters.

Qianwan's mother sorted out her emotions and endured the grievances in her heart: "Okay, I will go downstairs to pick up Qianwan today. Thank you for taking care of Qianwan for me."

"Okay, don't let the child wait too long!" Yang Zizi hung up the phone after saying that.

In the afternoon, Yang Zizi took Qianwan to the place where they had an appointment, a dessert shop.

"Sister, can I not play with Brother Xiaoshi in the future?" Qianwan had a sad face, and she seemed to be reluctant to leave Brother Xiaoshi.

"Of course, if Brother Xiaoshi misses you, he will go to play with you. If you miss Brother Xiaoshi, you can also come to play with us." Yang Zizi touched this pitiful little girl. In this little girl, she seemed to see herself as a child.

Humble, helpless, abandoned... It feels like this world is dark.

Fortunately, they both had their own luck.

The little girl's mother still couldn't bear to abandon her, and her mother had actually been by her side protecting her.

About half an hour later, a woman dressed in ordinary clothes finally came over, with tears on her face.

Seeing Qianwan, she ran over and hugged her, crying.

In the eyes of others, she looked like she had found her child again instead of regretting after abandoning her.

"Every child needs a home. Since you choose to give birth to her, love her well." Yang Zizi glanced at the mother. In fact, every mother loves her child, but sometimes life is really helpless.

"Thank you!" The woman bowed 180 degrees to Yang Zizi, expressing her strong gratitude to herself.

Yang Zizi did not respond to her, and turned away. When the woman picked up Qianwan and was about to leave, she suddenly saw a bank card in Qianwan's trouser pocket.

She took it out and asked Qianwan with a serious expression: "Where did this come from?"

"Did the little envoy brother give it to you this morning?"

"Little envoy brother?"

"It's the son of the sister just now." Qianwan said with a smile.

The woman glanced at Yang Zizi's back. She looked like she was only in her early twenties, but she actually had such a wealthy son!