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At this moment, Andrew felt as if the black-haired, black-eyed man's hand was like an iron clamp, firmly holding his wrist and making him unable to move at all.

What the other person said sent a chill down his spine.

No, it wasn't the coldness from within, but the coldness from my wrist.

It felt as if a chill was creeping up his arm from where he had grabbed him, and in the blink of an eye, it had reached his chest.

Andrew involuntarily began to cough and wheeze.

His asthma flared up.

He struggled to break free from the other person's grasp, gasping for breath. Then, he frantically pulled open a drawer, found his asthma inhaler, and sprayed it several times before gradually recovering.

He slumped into the chair.

He looked up, intending to call security to remove all those people, but found that the Rod couple and the black-haired, black-eyed man had already disappeared.

I don't know when the other person quietly left.

"Fuck! You fucking lunatic..."

Andrew muttered a curse under his breath, tidied up the application materials in his hand, and casually threw them into the trash can next to him.

These rude and impolite bastards want their children back?

Maybe in the next life.

He then picked up another application, carefully read its contents, and, having figured out how to make things difficult for the applicant, loudly proclaimed:

"Next!"

He absolutely loves this job.

In the name of protecting children, he makes parents on the verge of madness cry, wail, and beg in front of him.

For these people, they'd do almost anything.

He even encountered Asian parents who were stripped of their child custody simply because they slapped their child.

Almost immediately after gaining her freedom, the fourteen-year-old girl started smoking marijuana, got full-body tattoos, and also got a nose and lip ring.

And he even harmed himself.

She transformed into a completely dark girl.

When the parents saw their child again, their expression was absolutely hilarious.

Even Oscar-winning actors and actresses couldn't portray that kind of brilliant expression.

It's true that some parents are not qualified, but are adoptive parents qualified?

Of course, none of this has anything to do with Andrew.

His job was simply to collect thank-you money from the adoptive families and to find suitable adoptive partners for some important figures.

He knew that many important people liked this kind of thing, just like Woody Allen married his adopted daughter.

Soon after, Andrew went home after pleadingly rejecting a single father's family reunification plan and asking him to squeeze in more hearing time during his work hours.

It feels so good to manipulate other people's fates in the name of charity and protecting children.

He hummed a little tune as he arrived at the parking lot, started his car, and drove back to his community.

It was a house located in a low- to mid-range neighborhood.

He's saving money, and he's almost done. He's planning to rent a house in a better neighborhood when the time is right.

By then, he will be able to bring his boyfriend to live with him.

Andrew opened the door, placed the groceries he had bought on the foyer cabinet, and prepared to change his clothes.

At home, he often wears women's clothing and stockings, and sometimes he even goes live on cross-dressing websites, which is the most relaxing time of his day.

Just then, footsteps suddenly came from behind him. Before he could react, a large hand grabbed his mouth from behind, and then a cold gun barrel was shoved into his mouth!

There are thieves in the house!?

Andrew felt his blood run cold instantly.

Although his community was a lower-middle-income neighborhood, there were always police patrols. Just when did the other party...?

"Shh..."

A voice rang out, and only then did he see the person's appearance clearly.

It's that man named Rod who applied for the family reunification plan today!

The other person had no expression, but Andrew could sense that they were very spicy.

"Mr. Andrew, we meet again," Rod said slowly.

Andrew, with the gun barrel in his mouth, mumbled incoherently:

"Sir, please, don't be impulsive... This won't solve anything... I've been following the rules exactly..."

He had previously encountered some emotionally charged parents, and one even lost control in his office and was eventually shot dead by security guards.

But he's the first person to actually find his home!

How is that possible?!

How did the other party find out his address?

However, Andrew understood that he had to keep the other party calm at this time and must not provoke them.

This man was only doing this for his child, and I must make him understand that if he acts impulsively, he may never see his child again...

Thinking of this, Andrew quickly said:

"Sir, please don't act impulsively. If you are arrested for a crime, you will never be able to obtain family reunification rights. The government will not allow a child to live with his abusive parents..."

"Now, take a deep breath, put the gun down. I understand you. I'll talk to you, then pretend nothing happened and let you leave safely..."

The man in front of him did not break down as he had imagined. Instead, he looked at him with disgust, tightened his grip, and pulled him forward with the gun barrel in his mouth.

Arriving at the sofa in the living room, Andrew was dumbfounded to see five or six people in his living room, staring at him calmly.

In the center of these people was the black-haired, black-eyed man who had grabbed his arm in the office during the day!

A laptop computer was placed on the sofa.

That's his computer.

The computer screen was facing Andrew, and the images playing on the screen were scenes of foster children being abused that he had personally filmed!

How...how did they find it?!

Andrew felt his whole body trembling and could hardly believe his eyes.

This is his deepest secret, and also his greatest hobby.

And once these things are made public, he's completely finished!

At this moment, Rod was filled with righteous indignation. He kicked Andrew in the back of the knee, forcing him to his knees, and cursed:

"Protect children? You..."