"In compartment Number One, I heard some noises, so I went in to check. The people inside were already gone, and I found this child taped up in the bathroom ceiling..." Luo Qianqian paused for a moment, then looked at the little boy, "Should we call the police?"
"We can't call the police." The little boy was surprisingly calm; he had drunk some tap water earlier and was feeling much better now.
Zhang Ye raised an eyebrow, "But I already know about it, how can I just stand by and do nothing?"
"You can't get involved." The boy looked at Zhang Ye and said deliberately, "The people who kidnapped me, you can't mess with them."
"Shut up." Luo Qianqian rolled her eyes, looking at the pile of stuff He Wenyu was holding, and quickly took it, opening the glucose, "Drink this."
As she spoke, she was brusquely wiping the bloodstains off him with a cotton swab.
