In other words, is it also possible that the trafficker harmed the child and specifically dragged him to the mountain outskirts to abandon him?
Bai Zhi'er angrily clapped her little hands.
"That scoundrel, how dare he be so brazen and take lives. Brother Fu Ce, we can't let him go!"
Feng Fuce's eyes darkened slightly: "I'll investigate this matter and let you know when there are leads."
After all, the little rascal's age might attract the attention of kidnappers.
Nighttime.
Qingmei, on Bai Zhi'er's orders, came to deliver desserts to Feng Fuce.
Chu Ping saw her and immediately ran over with enthusiasm.
"Wow, it smells so good. I knew from the scent it was Xiao Mei's craft!"
As he spoke, he reached into the basket, trying to grab a dessert to eat.
Qingmei quickly avoided him.
