A group of people walked into the dilapidated courtyard house, lit torches, and illuminated the small courtyard brightly.
The sight of young Qingyu suffering was nowhere to be seen as expected. Lin Wanwan burst into the tiled house in the courtyard and found young Qingyu sleeping soundly next to Rongrong on a worn-out white mat, utterly carefree.
Lin Wanwan picked up young Qingyu, and the movement woke young Qingyu up halfway. She opened her bewildered eyes to look at Lin Wanwan and flashed a sweet smile: "Mother?"
"Yes! Mother is here!" Lin Wanwan held her horizontally in her embrace.
Young Qingyu adjusted her posture and comfortably drifted back to sleep.
Lin Wanwan carried young Qingyu out of the tiled house. Compared to the peacefully sleeping children, the group of traffickers appeared rather peculiar.
