After all those discussions, Ling Qingyu's face turned grim, and she smiled helplessly as if mocking herself.
Xiao Yue raised her brow and asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling burdened about avoiding others' attention on us?"
"Nope. We don't even need a distraction. It already exists. What I'm fighting against is my conscience."
"We already have a distraction?"
"The whole world's upper beams are crooked and cooked right now," Ling Qingyu sighed as she grabbed her tablet.
She tapped a few times on the screen and showed it to Xiao Yue, whose forehead scrunched up as she read the files. Anger, then calmness, and finally acceptance crossed her face.
The exact reaction Ling Qingyu had experienced. The final mood of acceptance came from the fact that the ludicrous slave trade had never truly been abolished.
Human trafficking, despite all measures, persisted into the modern era. The systemic battle against it merely slowed it down instead of eliminating it entirely.
