Having said that, he grabbed Ning Xia's wrist and half-forcefully dragged her away, as if he feared she might really ask something disturbing.
Just as they stepped out the door, the man hurriedly shut it tightly behind them.
Ning Xia abruptly stopped, came back to her senses, and looked through the glass window next to the door at the man inside. His expression was clearly off, and his hands were trembling uncontrollably.
He did not look like someone who was in the right, but rather like someone guilty.
Moreover, he lived in a slum and had his only savings stolen by human traffickers, so he should be in need of money, yet he showed no interest in her proposal.
She just wanted him to answer some questions, and he could have easily gotten the money, yet he seemed eager to get rid of her...
Ning Xia's dark eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of light dancing in them, her gaze filled with confusion and complexity.
