With a helpless sigh, he tried to make his tone gentle, awkwardly saying, "Could you please stop crying? I'm really not good at comforting girls..."
Song Qiao's tears continued to fall like broken pearls, sobbing and choking as she said, "You want to go home, let me go home..."
Hearing this, Nan Moyan felt a faint sense of loss for some reason. He raised his hand to pat the barely visible dust on his clothes to cover his embarrassment, saying, "When the time comes, I'll naturally let you go home."
"But I want to go home now."
"But I can't let you go home now."
Song Qiao persistently, with pitiful eyes, fixed her gaze on Nan Moyan, asking, "When will you let me go home?"
Nan Moyan thought for a moment and explained, "When your husband gives us the ransom, we'll naturally let you go home."
Upon hearing this, Song Qiao was silent for a dozen seconds before asking, "When will my husband give you the ransom?"
Nan Moyan, "..." Damn, aren't you done asking yet?
