"Mu Mian, wake up!" An Hao gently patted her, and seeing her unconscious, An Hao pressed firmly on the acupoint between her nose and upper lip.
Only then did Mu Mian slowly come to.
"Sister..." Mu Mian rubbed her throbbing, battered head as An Hao helped her sit up. "What happened just now?"
"We're safe. The rat is dead. The PLA's main force is right behind us, and now Qin Jian has started capturing the traffickers..." An Hao suddenly realized that Mu Qiankun was Mu Mian's father, and mentioning these things would surely make her feel distressed.
"Sister, it's okay! You don't have to worry about my feelings. I've already lost all hope in him! If he's dead, so be it. At least he won't go on ruining others' lives!" Mu Mian lowered her eyes and muttered softly, "I know the crimes he committed would have warranted death many times over."
An Hao didn't say anything, only gently patting Mu Mian's shoulder.
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