Having escaped the crisis, Xiao Qiao Yi immediately stood up, ran to Gu Junhao's side, and tightly hugged his thigh.
Although he was still just a five-year-old child, in this situation, he could already determine who was beneficial to him at the first time.
"Brother..."
Xiao Qiao Yi's face was dirty, and there was still a bruise from being pinched by Ms. Qin. At this moment, his tearful eyes looked at Gu Junhao, looking quite pitiful.
Although he was not crying, the near-change of being sold still frightened him.
Gu Junhao could feel his little body trembling as he hugged his thigh.
"Tsk!"
He pursed his lips, looking at Xiao Qiao Yi with dislike, "Let go, your hands are filthy."
Qiao Yi refused to let go, instead holding on even tighter.
"You little brat..."
Gu Junhao glared at him fiercely but didn't pull him away. Instead, he turned around and found some abandoned nylon ropes.
Then, such a scene appeared in front of him.
