Old Mrs. Huang ignored her and forced Huang Xiaojuan again.
"Will you tell me or not? Where did Jingjing go? Did she leave on her own or did you harm her?"
Huang Xiaojuan was speechless and she kept shaking her head.
Old Lady Huang's voice was as cold as the severe winter weather. "No, I can only report to the police first."
To the old people, the government is more terrifying than human traffickers.
Huang Xiaojuan was so frightened that she trembled all over and finally told the truth.
"Grandma, don't report it to the police, I said."
After hearing her words, Old Mrs. Huang's heart sank into an icy cave.
"After Sister Jingjing and I went to the mountain, she fell off the cliff by herself. Woo woo woo... I was scared and didn't dare to say anything."
Old Lady Huang slapped her in the face, "How dare you hide such a thing! Lead the way!"
Everyone in the village followed and ran towards the mountain.
When they arrived at the place Huang Xiaojuan pointed to, Old Mrs. Huang's heart was in suspense again.
There were indeed traces of someone falling there.
She lay on the side and shouted to the people below: "Jingjing, my dear baby!"
But there was no sound from below.
Old Mrs. Huang was heartbroken and was about to jump down to save the people, but was stopped by the village chief.
"Sister-in-law, please don't be impulsive. Let the young man go."
Several young men from the village came over with ropes and tied them to a nearby tree.
Then they filed down.
Old Mrs. Huang sat on a rock, looking down with a dazed look.
"My dear, my dear."
She muttered to herself, as if she had suddenly aged ten years.
Fortunately, a voice came from below: "Found it."
Old Mrs. Huang immediately rushed to the edge of the cliff and said, "My dear, can you hear the sound of your milk?"
However, the people below said that Huang Jingjing was in a coma.
Old Mrs. Huang felt as if her heart was being torn out alive, and tears could not stop falling.
Soon, Huang Jingjing was rescued by them.
There was a lot of blood on her body and she looked lifeless.
"My dear..."
Old Mrs. Huang let out a cry of grief, fell backwards, and fainted.
When she woke up again, she was already in her bed at home.
"Good boy."
She shouted, luckily someone was watching.
"Where's my sweetie? Is she awake?"
"Aunt," the man said quickly, "Jingjing is lying next to me. She has been given medicine."
Old Mrs. Huang felt a little better and she quickly ran to the next room.
I saw Huang Jingjing lying on the bed with a bandage on her head, her face still looking frighteningly pale.
She really felt sorry for him.
It had only been a short time since she was reborn, but her sweetheart had already been tormented three times.
I peel off a layer of skin every time.
"My dear, please wake up soon. I can't live without you."
Chen Jingui stood by, looking at Huang Jingjing, wiping her tears.
"Mom, you're not feeling well either. Go take a rest. I'll take care of you."
Old Mrs. Huang said, "Let me watch over you. You are not feeling well and I am worried that something might go wrong."
At this time, a person came in from outside.
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