The little boy looked up, the wariness in his eyes lessening. It was more like a plea.
"Please save my sister." The little boy had not spoken for a long time, and his voice was hoarse.
"Why didn't you say so yesterday? Get up first." Xia Wanyuan gestured for the servant beside her to help the child up.
The little boy mumbled. His voice was extremely low, but Xia Wanyuan still heard him. He said "afraid".
He had once been "saved" by others, but in the end, they were on the same side as that woman. They all wanted to kidnap him and sell him for a better price.
When he had just returned with Xia Wanyuan, he had only wanted to leave that place. After last night, Grandpa Wang had brought him to eat well and had even prepared such a comfortable room for him.
Only then did he believe that he had really met a kind person.
