Baby Zetty found a gas tank at a partitioned-off area o f the supermarket and tried to pick it up. The gas tank was so heavy that Baby Zetty could barely walk after picking it up.
"Do you need my help?" A low and magnetic voice fell into her ears.
Baby Zetty recalled Jens' advice. She should not talk t o strangers and could not follow them.
She then shook her head hard.
The young man began pestering her. "You look very beautiful and have a very sweet voice. I'd like to be your friend. Can you tell me your name?"
This was exactly what traffickers would say to abduct and sell off ignorant young girls.
Baby Zetty kept her guards up. She wished that she could stay away from this dangerous man as soon as possible, but she was holding onto the gas tank. The gas tank was too heavy and too tall for her to put it down.
The young man smiled when he saw her stuck in this awkward position.
Luck was on his side.
"You don’t sound like you're from Peach Blossom County. You're from Imperial Capital, right?
"I'm not going to hurt you. My ancestors are from Imperial Capital, so the elders in my family have Imperial Capital's accent. I’m really happy to be able to meet a fellow friend who speaks in the Imperial Capital accent this far north.
"Can you tell me your name? Or maybe give me your phone number?"
The alarm in Baby Zetty’s heart started ringing.
The young man’s unceasing pestering ultimately caused her to have an emotional breakdown. "Stay away from me. I’m warning you, if you keep pestering me, then I won't go easy on you."
The young man looked at Baby Zetty who was struggling to even take a step and stared at her in disbelief, then said in an unruly tone, "And how are you going to do that, may I ask?"
Baby Zetty suddenly yelled at the top of her lungs. " Help! Help! Someone is trying to molest me!"
The young man was struck dumb.
He had never feared actual guns and bullets, but he was honestly a little flustered when this girl started screaming.
"Stop! Stop screaming! I don't want to know your name or your contact information anymore."
Baby Zetty squeezed a triumphant smile at him.
The young man was startled by her dazzling smile. From what he could remember, his sister owned such an innocent and harmless smile too.
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