C221 (1/2)

”Of course not!” Ms Fang was very certain that her dodging attitude was different from before.

Qiao Xuan's heart was finally at ease, seeing that there was nothing that could be obtained from Ms Fang, the two exchanged greetings for a while, then Qiao Xuan left.

After leaving Ms Fang's house, it was hard to tell if Qiao Xuan was disappointed or relieved. Although she did not ask for anything during the trip, she had at least dispelled her last bit of suspicions.

Qiao Xuan walked along the side of the street. After walking a long distance, he realized that he had arrived at a completely unfamiliar path.

She stood in place, looked around, and knew that it was impossible to catch a taxi here, then walked forward again. In the meantime, she opened her phone only to see that her parents and Sheng Liang had called her so many times.

Just as she was about to call them back, Sheng Liang called again. She immediately picked up the call, but before she could say anything, she heard Sheng Liang's nervous voice: ”Where are you?”

Qiao Xuan knew that she had shut him down and made him worry, so he said lightly: ”Sorry, I didn't tell you. I came to the forest because I have something to do, I'll be back very soon.”

”I want to ask you where in the forest,” Sheng Liang said in a slightly calmer tone, ”Which road or street?”

Qiao Xuan's footsteps suddenly stopped. ”You … You came to the forest too? ”

Sheng Liang declined to comment. He had been calling her ever since he entered the city, and only then did he regret it, and not return the phone to Sheng Qian. He was too anxious, and thought that he could find her after knowing that she was in the forest.

Qiao Xuan looked at the road sign on the side and told Sheng Liang her location. Then, he heard Sheng Liang saying, ”Stay there and don't move, I'll be there shortly.”

She was standing next to the overpass when she heard a cry and turned to see a little beggar kneeling on the ground, wailing and shaking the cardboard box in his hand. There was not much change in it.

At that time, it was already noon. There were very few people passing by, and when Qiao Xuan saw a man who passed by and threw money into the little beggar's box, she subconsciously took out her wallet.

Qiao Xuan walked over, bent down, and placed a hundred dollar bill into the little beggar's cardboard box. The little beggar raised his head and looked at her, and only then did Qiao Xuan realize that half of the child's face was covered with burns, and it should be a new injury.

She couldn't help but frown, because the child was too young, perhaps five or six years old.

It wasn't that she hadn't seen the news, but she knew that many of these beggars were actually children stolen by traffickers. They had deliberately injured them and sent them to places with large numbers of people to ask for money.

Although she didn't want to encourage them, if she didn't give them the money, this child wouldn't be able to complete his mission and would be beaten up when he returned. Qiao Xuan knew that she wouldn't change anything, but he still asked softly: ”Where's your parents, do you need my help?”

If he did, she could at least help him call the police.

Ever since she lost that child, she had been unable to bear to see such things ever since.

The child just looked at her with a dull gaze. Then, he suddenly grabbed her hand.

Qiao Xuan thought that the child wanted her to save him and bring him away, but when she straightened her body and tried to pull him up, the child was still holding onto her tightly.