Lin Yi's purpose was astounding; when she clearly saw what was on the sign, it was about her six-year-old daughter who had gone missing, and she hoped the TV station's leaders could help find her.
"Let's go take a look at her; she's been kneeling here for a long time, and it's not going to help."
The three walked over, Zhou Li took the lead and spoke, and the woman looked up at them.
"Sister, please stand up first, this isn't going to solve anything; let's talk about it calmly."
The woman's face was weathered, her eyes were dull, her hair was messy and hadn't been washed for a long time, and it was covered in dust.
Perhaps because she had been kneeling for a long time, when she stood up, she fell to the ground again.
Eventually, with the support of Lin Yi and Ma Jun, she managed to stand up.
"We are journalists from the TV station, tell us what's going on," Zhou Li asked.
Upon learning their identities, a sudden gleam of hope appeared in the woman's eyes.
