The three nodded; they couldn't disagree even if they wanted to—their lives were literally in these people's hands. They were hostages, after all.
Qinghe and the sobbing, tearful Fang Xiaoyang were simply ignored. Although these men were also taken aback by the sight of such a special and beautiful girl, they were not seduced by such things due to their long-term training and the hardening effect of life-and-death situations. They just assumed she was a simple girl frightened silly, and the other one wasn't even worth considering—a total crybaby who didn't dare lift her head.
Qinghe, on the other hand, was looking forward to the excitement that was about to unfold. She couldn't be blamed for finding joy in disaster; for someone who had lived alone in the woods for sixteen years, such an eventful situation was truly exciting.
