"Lu Jihan, tell me, do you think Dabai will..."
Song Yinyin suddenly choked, tears welling up in her eyes, as she sobbed uncontrollably.
She recalled the children she just saw, each one of them pale and thin, dressed in rags, and some even bore marks of being beaten.
Dabai had never left her side; during those years abroad, she was always with her son.
Song Yinyin couldn't imagine, if Dabai faced the same fate as those children, what would he become...
Lu Jihan could easily detect her thoughts.
In fact, his mood at this moment wasn't much calmer than hers.
He wished he could rush in and slaughter each of those traffickers himself, but what good would that do?
Their son hadn't been found yet, killing them wouldn't help, and maybe they'd need those accomplices to find some leads.
He suppressed the surge of anger in his heart, reached out, and tightly held Song Yinyin's small hands, silently comforting her.
