The host's gaze fell on the silk flower, with a touch of emotion in his eyes.
"Her name is Sarah Leigh, 12 years old, height 152, weight 36 kilograms."
Many people instinctively looked down at the brochures in their hands or exchanged a glance.
A twelve-year-old child, not even forty kilograms, so slim it makes one feel sorry.
"She's the youngest. Naturally graceful, well-behaved, never complains of fatigue from a young age. Yet after her parents had a son, they want to sell her to an old man who's disabled and sickly..."
Suddenly, the entire room was silent, the sound of a pin drop could be heard.
The air seemed to freeze.
Some subconsciously held their breath, some had slightly red eyes, and a few female guests quietly dabbed at the corners of their eyes with handkerchiefs.
Reporters seated in the back rows were briskly documenting the situation.
They quickly wrote down keywords like "Sarah Leigh," "seven daughters," "forced marriage," "Lowell Charity."
