Mu Xiaoqi feels very big at the moment.

On the one hand, his son looked at her with a suspicious look, as if it was puzzling why the trafficker was not as bad as legendary and did not sell him.

On the other side, without looking up, she could feel the knife-edged gaze of the night. If she dared to say another word, she would cut her into pieces.

Mu Xiaoqi blinked and did not look at the night. He said in an exaggerated tone to his son, "Traffickers? Oh, Yueyue, you're mistaken. This is the famous night scene. How could it be a trafficker?

"Less nights, less nights? Is...