Yang Wanwan thought for a moment, then suddenly clutched her chest, gagged, and couldn't help but vomit some dirty stuff on the ground.

Her face was covered in sweat, and her complexion looked terrible.

Aunt Wang and Cao Lili in the front row turned to look at her. Yang Wanwan pretended to be in great pain and vomited twice. She wanted to say something, but she had to cover her mouth every time she was about to speak.

This is motion sickness.

Er Ye quickly patted her back to help her catch her breath, "Sis, are you carsick?"

Yang Wanwan covered her mouth, looking extremely weak and in great pain.

Seeing her like this, Aunt Wang asked her a few questions with concern and comforted her, "Just bear with it a little longer, you'll be there soon. Here's a plastic bag, if you throw up, just put it in the bag."

Yang Wanwan nodded, but she could see a hint of pride and joy on Aunt Wang's face, as well as unease on Cao Lili's face. She also saw Aunt Wang exchanging glances with one of the two men.

After a while, someone got off the bus halfway. Yang Wanwan suddenly vomited loudly and pulled Er Ye off the bus.

Upon reaching the roadside, she grabbed Erye and ran frantically towards the roadside bushes, shouting, "Follow me, run!"

Futaba didn't understand why, but since her sister did it, she had no choice but to follow suit.

From afar, they heard Aunt Wang calling out, "Yang Wanwan, where are you going?"

The two suspicious men in the car hesitated for a moment, then immediately got out and chased after them.

Yang Wanwan pulled Er Ye towards a building they had already chosen, and rushed into the house.

Fortunately, the two sisters usually do farm work, so they are agile and fast enough to run.

The two men were just a few steps away from catching up with Yang Wanwan and her brother, but they had to stop and stare at each other, their eyes filled with resentment as they looked at the building in front of them—which bore the national emblem.

This is public property.

Yang Wanwan pulled Er Ye through a maze of turns and exited through the back door of the building, quickly looking around before heading in the opposite direction.

Er Ye was panting heavily, almost in tears: "Sister, the car's gone! The stuff's still in the car, what are we going to do?"

However, Yang Wanwan didn't care about the small amount of luggage, as it contained only a few changes of clothes in a snakeskin bag.

"Er Ye, Aunt Wang is a liar. This car isn't going to any electronics factory at all; it's going somewhere else!"

"What?"

Futaba stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Also staring wide-eyed were—

Pan the Mute!

Yang Wanwan stared blankly at the extra mute Pan.

Pan the mute said, "I believe you."

Yang Wanwan blinked before she understood what Pan the mute meant.

Without saying a word, he grabbed Er Ye and ran, and Er Ye followed without any explanation...

This is about trusting yourself!

Yang Wanwan patted her chest in lingering fear; she had been so nervous that she had forgotten about Pan the Mute.

Fortunately, Pan the Mute was quick-witted and followed.

Without time to think too much, Yang Wanwan made a quick decision: "Yiming, since you've come along, come with us."

Upon hearing Yang Wanwan's words, Pan the Mute's face immediately lit up with joy.

Yang Wanwan turned and left.

A scream came from behind: "Pan the Mute, you, you actually spoke?!"

Yang Wanwan paused, turned around, and met Pan the Mute's clear, bright eyes.

Pan the Mute smiled at Yang Wanwan.

It's so beautiful!

The world is full of stars!

Yang Wanwan was stunned. It took her a while to look away from Pan Yaba's incredibly beautiful smiling face.

Why would a mute person be so good-looking?

Yang Wanwan's mind was a bit of a mess.

She led Er Ye and Pan Yaba through winding streets until they reached a street. Following the direction she remembered, they boarded a bus heading to the North District.

Futaba asked, "Why did Aunt Wang do that?"

Yang Wanwan shook her head: "It's all for money. Maybe they'll sell us to some remote mountain forest to be someone's wife, or maybe we'll become prostitutes or male prostitutes. Do you know what that means?"

During the years Yang Wanwan was a ghost, although she couldn't touch things, her eyes could see freely, and her memory was quite good. She didn't need to sleep, so she saw more things than ordinary people.

Therefore, she basically knew about what happened in later years.

In the later era of advanced internet, you can easily find painful and helpless memories of the 80s and 90s by simply opening any website and searching.

The trafficking of women and children, especially in the 1980s and 90s, was countless.

Yang Wanwan felt that Er Ye and Pan Yaba should understand the various dangers in society.

Yang Wanwan briefly described the fate of being sold to a man in the deep mountains to be his wife, and the situation of being forced into prostitution.

Er Ye turned pale with fright, while Pan the Mute seemed to be deep in thought.

After thinking for a moment, Er Ye asked, "Sister, what is a male prostitute?"

Yang Wanwan glanced at Pan the Mute and suddenly understood why Aunt Wang had brought him along—he was just too handsome. Some people simply liked good-looking boys like Pan the Mute.

If this were sold in Hong Kong and Macau...

Yang Wanwan clicked her tongue inwardly twice.

"A 'male prostitute' is a handsome boy. Some abnormal people will do bad things to handsome boys."

Pan, the mute, finally spoke, "I understand."

Er Ye: "Pan Ya... Pan Yiming, you, you spoke again?!"

Pan the Mute did not look at Er Ye with his clear eyes, but instead frowned and pondered.

Yang Wanwan nodded: "It's good that you understand. It's not safe for a handsome boy like you to be out there, you know?"

Pan, the mute, nodded, his lips moving slightly. "Okay, see?"

Yang Wanwan said, "Yes, you are very beautiful. Don't you know that yourself?"

Pan, the mute, looked at Yang Wanwan with hazy, dreamy eyes.

Yang Wanwan was startled by his gaze. Luckily, he was just a child, otherwise she would have been overwhelmed. He was too beautiful!

Well, actually he's a little older than me, he's not a child anymore.

But what can you do when he's so thin and doesn't know anything?

Yang Wanwan is already over thirty years old, so of course she only treats Pan the mute as a child.

Therefore, when she spoke to Pan the mute, she inevitably used the same tone she used when speaking to Shang Tao: "Yiming, since you came down with me, you should stay with us and listen to me."

Pan, the mute, nodded.

That's considered an agreement.

Yang Wanwan was very pleased; this mute Pan wasn't stupid after all, he understood things perfectly well.

Er Ye asked, "Sister, what do we do now? What should we do?"

If Yang Wanwan were really only fifteen or sixteen years old, she would also be panicked and at a loss, not knowing anyone or anything. What would she do?

Yang Wanwan is now completely fearless.

She hadn't planned to go to an electronics factory in the first place. She had originally planned to part ways with Aunt Wang after arriving at the destination. She was just coming along to find an opportunity to make money.

Yang Wanwan comforted Er Ye, "Don't worry, we'll find jobs ourselves."

She touched the four hundred yuan note sewn onto the edge of her underwear and took a deep breath.

This 400 yuan was all the money in the family, and it was also the capital she used to start her business.

If she makes a profit, she won't have to worry about tuition next semester. If she loses money, she'll temporarily suspend her studies and go out to work to support her younger siblings' education.