"Lianlian, you've been in touch with Jiujiu all this time?" Xing Nong was surprised, "How come you never mentioned it in your letters before?"
Luo Lian put down her chopsticks and sighed, "I was afraid you'd be too impulsive, so I never brought up Jiujiu's situation. Remember when we left, we gave her money for school? But her aunt sold her to an old bachelor in the neighboring village the following year.
A 13-year-old child, that woman was too immoral. Luckily, Jiujiu was clever. She got the old bachelor drunk and escaped, running until she found a phone booth and called me.
Indeed, it was a coincidence. At that time, I happened to be visiting China to see my stepfather, so I asked him to come with me to rescue Jiujiu. Afraid of being caught by her evil aunt, Jiujiu curled up in a hayloft and hid there all night.
