The green hair's voice was clear and loud, and at the same time, it was trembling in fear.
After all, she was still a young girl. No matter how smart she was, she was only eight years old.
The human trafficker saw that she was really beautiful and thought that she could probably be sold for a good price. At that time, there were no adults around her, so he quickly took her away.
Qingsi knew that she had most likely encountered a human trafficker. She was more afraid than anyone else. However, no matter what she said, everyone would think that the two middle-aged women were right. They looked kind and honest. They only thought that she was a spoiled little girl who did not even recognize her own mother.
Qingsi wanted to cry, but she was afraid that if she cried, she would not have the strength to run.
Ever since she was dragged down the stairs, qingsi had been looking for help. However, those adults either thought that qingsi was lying or were too lazy to care.
