Chen Wanyue was also furious. She couldn't for the life of her figure out how things had gotten to this point.
In her last life, he was clearly a childless merchant. After two drunkards from Sang Village saved him, he'd taken them to the Prefecture, bought them a residence to settle their families, and even chosen one of them to inherit all his wealth.
'How is it that in this life, he's not a merchant, but a human trafficker instead?'
In truth, it wasn't that Chen Wanyue couldn't figure out the reason; she simply didn't want to.
Thinking back carefully, it seemed that in her past life, neither of the two families who moved away had ever returned to their hometown.
Occasionally, when fellow villagers couldn't survive and went to seek their help, they too seemed to quickly disappear without a trace.
'If there was no news, it must mean they died on the road.'
