Chapter 313: 105: Righteous Yangyang, Mystery Boss’s Confession_4
She could not help but recall her own past life’s experiences.
If she were caught by human traffickers again, what awaited her would be similar to the torment of marrying a eunuch in her previous life, or even worse!
This thought made Ni Yang’s heart tighten brutally.
“Brother Mo.” Ni Yang looked up at Mo Qishen.
“Hmm?” Mo Qishen looked up puzzlingly.
Luckily, Ni Yang always carried a pen with her. She wrote a sentence on a slip of paper and handed it to Mo Qishen.
Mo Qishen read the note, his gaze flickering. He held Ni Yang’s hand to signal her not to act rashly.
Human traffickers usually worked in groups and had an organised hierarchy. They couldn’t simply be one or two people acting alone; there might even be their accomplices nearby.
If they acted rashly, it could backfire.
At this moment, the couple sitting behind them had finished paying their bill and were about to leave with the little girl.
Ni Yang suddenly stood up, took the little girl’s hand, and exclaimed in surprise, “Meimei! Isn’t this Meimei?”
The sequence of events happened too fast, leaving the little girl bewildered.
Ni Yang continued, “This silly girl, I’m your aunt! Don’t you recognise your aunt and your uncle? Who are these two? Are they the nannies hired by your mother and father?”
The tall and skinny woman yanked the girl back and retorted angrily, “Who are you? Have you mistaken us for someone else? Who’s this Meimei you’re talking about? This is my daughter, Yaya!”
“When did my niece become your daughter?” Ni Yang’s face changed. She scooped up the little girl and retorted, “Are you a human trafficker?”
The little girl clung tightly to Ni Yang’s neck, fearing she would be snatched away by the tall and lean woman any moment.
The commotion attracted some attention. The diners put down their chopsticks and crowded around.
The skinny woman shrieked hysterically, “This is my daughter Yaya! From a young age, she has been mute and even has some IQ issues! You claim to be her aunt, so let her call you ‘aunt’ and we’ll see. Thief playing a cop! I say you’re the real human trafficker, somebody help, she’s trying to kidnap my daughter!”
Every human trafficker retains a poker face and excels in bluffing.
As long as they can convince the crowd, things will work out for them.
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