The little girl continued walking without entering the police station.
Warren followed and asked, "Not going to the police station? Where are you headed? Aren't you going home? Since your dad likes you so much, if you run away like this, he'd be worried and sad."
Upon hearing this, Little Ginger stopped again, turned around, and looked at Warren.
Warren also stopped and looked down at her, saying, "If you don't want to be a kid who worries her dad, then you'd better hurry home. Let's go, I'll take you back."
"No."
"What, do you still suspect I'm a human trafficker?"
Little Ginger looked wary.
"Look, what kind of trafficker would dress as…" Warren glanced at his attire, couldn't quite find the right words, finally settling on "respectable," and then pointed at the bodyguards behind him, adding, "Look, what trafficker can afford bodyguards?"
"Traffickers can sell children and then buy nice clothes and hire bodyguards."
