Chapter 162 The Leading Man (4)

The aroma of milk spread in this cold basement. Chong felt his stomach growling. He was indeed very hungry.

Since this is breakfast, then Ming has already slept in this basement all night and it is already the next morning?

Thinking of this, Chong burst into tears again...

"Mom, I miss you. My mom must be looking for me too." Chong said sadly.

"Mom, where are you? Please come and save me!" Chong cried loudly.

"Don't cry. Really. Let's eat first. Your crying makes me want to cry too. But what's the use of crying?" Han.

When he spoke naively, his tone was very nasal.

Han's accent is also very strong, speaking the local dialect of Zhongshi, not Mandarin.

After crying for a long time, Chong finally stopped crying.

He was indeed hungry.

He also stretched out his arm, passed through the iron cage, took a glass of milk, and drank it in big gulps. The milk was fresh and hot, which immediately reminded him of the delicious breakfast his mother made for him every morning...

Chong cried and drank at the same time, and finished a glass of milk very quickly.

He felt very hungry, so he grabbed a piece of bread from the tray on the ground and started to eat it...

When Chong had eaten all the tea eggs on the tray, he felt that his stomach seemed to be full and he was not so hungry anymore.

He leaned weakly against the cage, thinking carefully about the countermeasures...

"What's your name?" The boy named Han asked Chong when he saw that the newcomer had stopped crying.

"My name is Chong. I am nine years old. How about you? How old are you?" Chong asked.

"I am 8 years old. My home is in the suburbs of downtown. There is a school for children of migrant workers nearby. I am in the second grade." Han.

"You are older than me. What grade are you in? Which school do you go to?" Han asked.

"I'm studying experimental science and I'm in the third grade now." Chong.

"Oh, if we hadn't been caught here by human traffickers, we should be going to school now... Usually, I don't want to go to school the most. It was my grandma who urged me to get up, eat, and go to school. Now, I miss school so much. I was free. Unlike now, I am locked up in this dark place." Han.

"Yeah." Chong said sadly.

Chong was different from Han. He loved school and was incredibly proud to be attending the city's experimental school. He was always at the top of his class, always in the top ten on every test... But now, he had been caught in this dark basement.

"Why are these people arresting us?" Chong was terrified at the thought of not being able to go to school and see his parents. He asked.

"I don't know either. Could they be human traffickers?" Han.

"Human traffickers? Are they going to sell us? What if they sell us somewhere else?" Chong's fear grew stronger as he thought about it. He remembered a movie his parents had once taken him to see. In that movie, there was a woman who couldn't have children, and her husband, a human trafficker, stole a child for her... The parents, heartbroken, put up posters everywhere and searched halfway across the country on their motorcycles before finally finding the child...

What if the human trafficker really sells me to a stranger?

Thinking of this, Chong started crying sadly again...