Chapter 312: Hating All Human Traffickers
The guesthouse room was brightly lit, its floor polished to a mirror shine. The bedding was snow-white and immaculate. A ceiling fan spun slowly, stirring up a gentle, cool breeze, while the sweet scent of flowers and trees wafted in through the window screen. To Yu Wumei and her two children, such a peaceful and comfortable place was like heaven itself.
