Held by the arm, Zhang Xiaoshan couldn't leave and had no choice but to turn around and brace himself to address the widow Su.
"Auntie Xiang Mei, the village head has already taken care of my matter. Rest assured, I will definitely keep my mouth shut. Don't come looking for me anymore, lest you get seen and people start gossiping..."
Who would have known that after hearing Zhang Xiaoshan's words, Su Xiangmei not only didn't show the slightest sign of relief but instead shook his arm even more agitatedly.
"No, that's not it..."
Su Xiangmei kept shaking vigorously, seeming very anxious but unable to articulate a complete sentence.
"Auntie, has something happened?"
Zhang Xiaoshan, with his sensitive mind, had already sensed that something was amiss.
And sure enough, the next moment, Su Xiangmei knelt in front of Zhang Xiaoshan, tears streaming down like rain, and she wailed continuously, saying,
"Little Shan, I beg you to save Little Ya, please save her, she's still a child."
