Su Nanzhi recognized her, one of the women who had been cradling a child and peering out the door during the day.
This woman was different, though. The child in her arms must have just been born not long ago, and her own skin was very pale as well.
"Please, save me, I was kidnapped and brought here," the woman finally spoke words that Su Nanzhi could understand.
The woman had originally thought that this young girl could not avoid the same fate, but she had heard that she was related to a family with the surname Xie.
She had quietly followed her the whole way, although she did not know why. She knew those two brothers from that household were not good people—in fact, there were no good people in this village, and she knew exactly what they were scheming.
But what she had just seen was the young girl silently trailing behind those two brothers, not crying or screaming. Instead, it was those two brothers who seemed to be crying behind her.
