That Xinjiang person yelled directly at Chen Ergou, but Chen Ergou disdainfully looked away, focusing instead on the little beggar boy.
"Little friend, is this your family? Why are you being beaten?"
Lin Qiaoqiao cautiously asked the boy, but the boy didn't speak, just stared intently at Chen Ergou, his eyes filled with grievance. Those big, clear eyes deeply moved Lin Qiaoqiao's heart.
"Why isn't he speaking? Is the child scared dumb?"
Lin Qiaoqiao said worriedly, looking at Chen Ergou.
"Something seems off. This man is most likely a trafficker. If it were his child, why would he let his child dress like a little beggar?"
"Brother Ergou, you're right. It seems this trafficker wants to abduct this little boy, but why hasn't the little boy said a word from beginning to end? As long as he wants us to save him, I will do my duty without hesitation."
