"Girl, listen to your mother. Just settle down and live properly with A-Long."
"A woman has to live wherever she is, doesn't she?"
"As long as you can give A-Long a son and me a precious grandson, I'll worship you like an ancestor from now on. Whatever you want, I'll buy it for you. How about that?"
When Su Qiao regained consciousness, she found herself lying weakly on a pile of weeds in a dilapidated woodshed.
What was even worse was that an iron collar two fingers wide was fastened around her neck, with one end connected to a rust-covered iron chain thicker than a thumb.
A skinny old woman with ear-length hair was earnestly trying to persuade her.
The moment Su Qiao moved, the chain clattered. Her face went completely dark.
What the hell was going on?
She suddenly felt like hitting someone. She just didn't know whether the old woman in front of her could withstand one punch.
444 hurriedly explained: "Host, this is a very remote small mountain village deep in the mountains. You encountered human traffickers on the train to the south to find work and were sold here."
"..." It was already lucky that she hadn't sold someone else. And someone had actually dared to sell her?
Su Qiao looked at the wrinkled old woman in front of her, whose mouth was still jabbering nonstop. Her brows drew together as she suppressed her anger and forcefully tugged at the thing around her neck. "Then help me take this thing off first."
"You agreed?"
Wang Guizhi's cloudy eyes instantly brightened. Her face filled with delight. She hadn't expected this little girl to come around so quickly.
Su Qiao didn't reply. She pressed her lips tightly together and tugged at the chain again, signaling for her to