"How much money do you want? I'll give you whatever you ask for! I can raise the money! Please don't hurt her! I beg you..."
"Uh..." Listening to the woman's hoarse and hurried voice, Ou Mingxuan was startled, realizing he had been mistaken for a kidnapper.
"Cough, ma'am, you've misunderstood. I'm not a kidnapper. I accidentally saw her fainting on the street, so I brought her home. She just woke up from her fever a moment ago and asked for your contact information, so I..."
"Sir, thank you! Thank you so much! Where's your address? I'll be right over!" the woman asked urgently.
Ou Mingxuan then recited a string of his address to her, while casting a somewhat reproachful gaze at the little girl perched carefully by his ear, eavesdropping on the phone call.
"Mommy, don't worry, I'm okay!" Though the little girl was particularly afraid Mommy would scold her, she couldn't help but muster the courage to speak after hearing her raspy and worn voice.
