Tong Jian furrowed his brow, thought briefly, and said to Zhang Jing, "What could possibly happen? Just a little girl, a worthless, money-burning nuisance; she's not going to get snatched by traffickers, is she? That dead girl might have gone to play at someone's house and ended up staying over with those gossiping women! It's late, let's sleep."
Zhang Jing, however, recalled some recent news she had seen: human traffickers had indeed appeared in Jinling lately. Especially now, with the end of the year approaching, many families visited relatives and friends, with lots of people coming and going, and not many were vigilant. That dead girl running out could very well run into traffickers.
"What if she truly gets kidnapped?"
