The audience watched helplessly as the Fifth Son on her back was snatched away by a man who, holding the child aloft, threatened, "If you resist, I will strangle this child right here."
The cries of Fifth Son were deafening, yet he cried out, "Don't worry about me!"
How could Village Girl Yang not care?
When this child had been brought to her, he was but a bawling infant. Though he was an adopted son, she loved him as her own.
She knelt on the ground, pleading bitterly.
Seeing her kneeling with two girls in her arms and refusing to let go, nine others showed malicious intent, one of them stepping forward to kick her in the back.
In the television screen, the memories of ten people appeared.
It was a carriage, adorned with jewels, exuding immense wealth, from which a delicate jade hand emerged, belonging to a face with upturned eyes and unparalleled seductiveness.
