Qiao An held Chen Jing's hand. Under the moonlight, the shocking scars on her hand appalled Qiao An.
Qiao An's eyes overflowed with anger. "Chen Jing, he's not your husband. He's a human trafficker. You can't go back. After I recuperate for two days, I'll help you seek justice."
Chen Jing shook her head in despair. "Qiao An, no. The people here are all stupid. I once tried to escape. The furthest I went was to town. I thought I was very safe, but someone from the town was their informant. Soon, I was captured by them again."
Qiao An held Chen Jing's hand. Chen Jing's body was trembling badly. Qiao An comforted her with heartache. "Chen Jing, don't worry. I have a way to get all the sins punished."
Chen Jing looked at Qiao An in a daze. She didn't know who Qiao An was, but she had vaguely heard that Qiao An was the daughter of a rich family in the city. She must have a lot of connections, so she chose to trust Qiao An.