Little Taotie's hand, reaching out to help, froze midair.
Xiao Lingzhi lifted her head, tear-filled eyes looking at her, full of despair: "I sold them out. Will they, will they kill my grandpa… uuuuu…"
Little Taotie pressed her lips together, her face deathly pale, and subconsciously took a step back.
She knew Xiao Lingzhi was scared, terrified, in despair.
As a good friend, she should have stepped forward to give her a hug, or said something to comfort her.
But in that moment, it was as if she'd lost her voice, lost all strength.
She couldn't speak, nor could she step up to hold Xiao Lingzhi. Half frightened, she looked toward Hua Jinyan.
What if she had agreed to go on the yacht with Xiao Lingzhi?
What would have happened next?
Hua Jinyan reached out and took Little Taotie's chubby little hand. He felt that her hand, normally warm, was cold today. He squeezed tighter, wanting to warm her with the heat of his palm.
