"Sons of bitches, you drank three cans of powdered milk in two days. Later, the buyer will come and pick you out. If you dare to cry again, I will beat you to death."
My first reaction was to call the police. The proprietress actually trafficked children. Think of Kelly, I waited for her to leave and went upstairs, then quickly entered the room. I didn't expect that there were seven or eight babies in cribs inside. Just as I ran to the door to call for help, suddenly, I was discovered by the front desk clerk. He covered my mouth with his hand and apologized to the guests present.
"Sorry, this is my wife. She has some mental problems. Sorry to interrupt your meal. I'll give everyone a salad later."
As soon as he finished speaking, I bit his hand and called out, "Traffickers, they are child traffickers. Come to save children with me."
Unexpectedly, a bunch of people rushed into the backyard after hearing my words so that I came last. It wasn't until the proprietress was handcuffed and brought out that I realized that those people were police officers.
"Please come with us to the police station to make a statement later."