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Twenty years after being abandoned by my biological mother, we met again in the mediation room of the police station. In the police station, she protected the young man behind her who threw the shared bicycle into the river. She pointed at my nose and yelled: "How did you become a policeman? You want to catch such a trivial matter? How shameless?" "I think you hate the rich and are jealous of our family's wealth!" I looked up and calmly took off my police hat, revealing the scar she had left with her own hands. "Ms. He, this thing about your face was already gone when you threw your biological daughter in the snow to remarry, right?" Her well-maintained face instantly turned as pale as paper.