"I remember, I still remember."
The petite, delicate wife was kneeling on the ground, sobbing and wailing as she began to speak.
"At first, I was still going to school, and then someone deceived me, saying they would introduce me to a job. But who would have thought, after getting on the vehicle, I realized that I had encountered human traffickers."
At this point, she cried even harder, tears streaming down her face like rain.
"Now I've ended up here, living a life of utter darkness."
While saying this, she suddenly raised her head and looked at Chu Dazhuang with eyes filled with agitation.
This petite, delicate wife had already come to see Chu Dazhuang as her last lifeline.
Chu Dazhuang sat on the bed, his brows slightly furrowed.
"This..."
He started softly, pausing to think.
