People always like to demand others from the heights of morality, without ever considering the difficulty that the other party might face.
That's why it's incredibly rare in this world to truly empathize with someone, let alone to find a kindred spirit—the chances are extremely low.
Faced with Zhang Xiaoshan's questioning, Xu Jing was stunned.
For a moment, she did not know how to answer Zhang Xiaoshan's piercing inquiry.
Would she, for the sake of unrelated people, offend her own fellow villagers and make it so that her own parents could not rest in peace after death?
Soon enough, she found the answer in her heart, but she herself was not willing to admit it.
"But, but does that mean we do nothing at all, or maybe, we could report it anonymously to the police, that way, the villagers won't know it was us, and those poor women could be rescued."
"Naive."
Zhang Xiaoshan once again shattered Xu Jing's beautiful illusions.
He spoke bluntly.
