As a child, Ding Xiaomei had been told that her father worked outside the village and earned a lot of money. As a result, she was all set to leave the village by herself to find her father, whom she barely remembered, and return home with the money to help treat her nephew's illness. Her youngest brother saw her getting ready to leave and insisted on accompanying her. So, the two of them left the village.
"You said that the person who lied to you was a girl about your age?"
Jiang Yao asked, "A human trafficker in her teens? A girl?"
"Yes, she had short hair and a mole in her eyebrows."
Ding Xiaomei wiped her tears. "Later, when I was locked up, I heard people call her Young Miss, so I knew she was the leader of those human traffickers."
Jiang Yao was silent for a long time before she asked again, "Does she know your name?"
Ding Xiaomei thought for a few seconds and nodded. "I told her my brother's name and mine."