Quickly,
an image appeared in the live broadcast room.
Standing in front was Lin Mo, with his family standing behind him.
Seeing her uncle and aunt's pale faces, Li Lingling couldn't help but shed tears, hastily sending a barrage of messages asking, "Lin Mo, what exactly is going on, where are you guys now? Are you okay?"
...
East Sea City, Zhangzhuang.
Zhangzhuang had outwardly returned to normalcy on the surface, with the village's young people once again embarking on the path to work outside, leaving only the elderly and children to remain in the village.
The village head's home.
Lin Xueyi's family of five were watching TV and chatting.
A man around 30 years old, quite short and with an oily face, said, "Dad, mom, do you think...can Lin Mo's family come back?"
Mrs. Lin shook her head and said, "Who can be sure of that? There's a bounty of one million for each, ten million for the whole family. If they get caught, it's at least a suspended death sentence to start with."
