The desperate and fragile cry echoed, and Jiang Ruan felt her soul shake violently.
A thin girl was within reach, sharing the same bloodline as her.
Yes, they were siblings.
"Stop!"
Her mind still reeling from the shock of the word "sibling," Jiang Ruan reflexively opened her mouth to scold.
But those two Black men didn't understand Chinese.
They didn't know she was speaking to them.
They still dragged the girl, trying to walk outside.
But the girl heard it.
She heard her say "stop."
She heard her call for help.
The girl's eyes brimmed with excited tears, her dusty lips trembling; the sense of seeing light in despair enveloped her entire soul.
Realizing they couldn't understand her words, Jiang Ruan urgently spoke to the bodyguard: "Get them to stop."
"I want this girl."
"She's like us, someone from our country. I can't look on helplessly as she meets a terrible fate."
The bodyguards, assigned to protect Jiang Ruan, had received orders from Bao Ye.
