The homeless woman cried for a long time before Ling Xuewei opened her mouth stiffly and hesitantly.
"Are you... really my mother?"
The homeless woman cried, "Of course I am!"
As she spoke, she pointed at the pendant on Ling Xuewei's chest and told her the time and place of their separation.
"Elm Village, on the 29th night of the twelfth lunar month, right?"
Ling Xuewei's mind buzzed, and all her doubts were instantly shattered.
She hugged the homeless girl tightly and finally called out the name she had suppressed for 20 years.
"Mom! !"
"Xiaoxue! !"
The mother and daughter hugged their heads and cried bitterly.
The security guard and assistant Wang by the side all looked as if they had seen a ghost.
The security guard was secretly glad that he did not use violence just now, or else he would have lost his job.