Before it got dark, people had to leave, and a long line moved along in a straggling manner.
At the very front, Chen Huihong was striding swiftly, and apart from her somewhat unspeakably wretched appearance, she didn't look like a disaster victim at all. Especially with her clothes stuffed full with straw, compared to the truly frail disaster victims around her, she seemed like she could take on ten of them single-handedly.
Hui Niang was somewhat afraid of the human trafficker whose face changed faster than flipping a book, so she closely followed Chen Huihong. Even if she couldn't keep up, she'd grit her teeth and make the extra effort to catch up by jogging. Occasionally, when Chen Huihong glanced back at Hui Niang's stumbling figure, she'd slow down her pace a bit.
As for the human trafficker walking third in line, her expression and actions were much more ferocious.
