Song Ziyi thought of his box of clothes, which Qian Cuiying had sold at a low price to a family with boys in the village in the past two days. He had a good memory and knew that he had sold them for a total of twenty yuan.

Song Ziyi said in a low voice.

Song Yun looked at Qian Cuiyin and said, "Give me the money from selling my brother's clothes, and take out the remaining things and the box."

Qian Cuizhen's heart was bleeding, and she hesitated, "Well, he has to pay for the food and lodging he has been staying at my place for the past few days."

Song Yun looked at Qian Cuiyin coldly, "Alright, then let's wait for the police to arrive and then we can settle this account."

She didn't need the twenty or so dollars, but she couldn't let this family get away with it.

When she heard the word "police", Qian Cuiying immediately got scared. She didn't want to be caught by the police. Once she was convicted of human trafficking, even if she was not shot, she would be sent to a farm for reform. She didn't want to live there and her life at home would be miserable.

But within an hour, Qian Cuizhen came out carrying a small, exquisite wooden box. Inside was a few of Song Ziyi's small belongings, such as a toothbrush, socks, and the most important item in Song Yun's eyes: the household registration certificate. With this, Ziyi would be registered with her. As for the rest, something was definitely missing, but Song Yun didn't plan to pursue the matter further. She didn't have the time.

"Give me the money." Song Yun took the box and reached out for the money again.

Qian Cuizhen reluctantly took out twenty yuan, regretting it so much. Why didn't she avoid this stubborn kid when selling clothes? She didn't get a penny left behind.

Song Yun took the money and put it in her pocket, then took Song Ziyi's hand and went away.

Song Ziyi endured the pain from the wound on his back and followed Qian while secretly looking at his sister who was holding his hand.

This is the sister Song Zhenzhen mentioned, his biological sister.

Song Yun's hands were still trembling slightly, and her heart was pounding wildly. She felt both the ecstasy of regaining her love and the worry that something else might happen.

Her journey out of the village was smooth. Although many people looked at her, no one came out to stop her.

The uncle driving the donkey cart was still waiting for her, so she hurried a few steps and pulled her brother onto the donkey cart. She didn't feel relieved until the donkey cart was so far away from the village that she could no longer see the village.

Song Yun released the hand she had been holding tightly, and seeing the clear fingerprints on Ziyi's wrist, she quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was too nervous just now, did I hurt you?" As she spoke, she saw the scar on Ziyi's arm. She didn't know what had caused it, but it was a long line, with several scars intertwined and intertwined. She couldn't help but tear up, and drops of it fell on the back of Song Ziyi's hand. She choked and said, "I'm sorry, I'm late."