Su Xiaoya's expression tightened as she faced Zhang Su's cold interrogation, her small hands clutching the hem of her clothes, emphasizing that she was about to cry: "Uncle, uncle, what do you mean? I said, I spoke the truth."
"The truth?"
Zhang Su paused, just about to expose the little girl, when suddenly he heard a sound behind him.
"Hey, hubby, isn't this the little girl Wu Lue mentioned over the walkie-talkie earlier?"
Zheng Xinyu walked over with a bucket of freshly picked vegetables from the greenhouse.
"That's right, Xinyu, you came just in time. Search her; there's a surprise!"
Zhang Su pointed at the little girl.
"I, I'm just a little girl. Why, why are you doing this to me? If you really, really don't want to give me food, I'll leave, boohoo..."
Upon hearing about the search, Su Xiaoya retreated several steps, sat down on the ground, and began to cry.
