Auntie, help!
Song Er, help!
The cries for help in her heart kept shouting, but it was only a frantic outcry inside; only she could hear it. So, no one could really save her!
Realizing this, Jing Shu began to sob.
The little girl cried so pitifully; her little face instantly smeared with tears, wet and looking so pitiful it could break anyone's heart.
"Bang..."
The door of the storage room was suddenly kicked open from outside, and immediately, two burly men carrying knives swaggered in.
These two burly men were both very tall, with exaggerated tattoos on their bodies and terrifying knife scars on their faces, looking like gangsters.
Seeing these men, Jing Shu broke into a cold sweat out of fear, her beautiful eyes full of confusion, as if asking, who are you?
