William Campbell, having escaped the crisis, immediately got up and ran to Leo Hall, clinging tightly to his leg.
Even though he was just a five-year-old child, in this situation, he still managed to quickly assess who was to his advantage.
"Brother..."
William's face was dirty, and there were bruises left by the woman named Thompson. At this moment, he looked at Leo with teary eyes, looking quite pitiful indeed.
Although he wasn't crying, the scare of almost being sold still left him quite shaken.
Leo could feel his small body trembling as he hugged his leg.
"Tsk!"
Leo clicked his tongue, looking at him disdainfully, "Let go, your hands are filthy."
William refused to let go, instead holding on even tighter.
"You little brat..."
Leo glared at him fiercely, but did not pull him away. Instead, he turned around to find some discarded nylon ropes.
The scene before them unfolded like this.
