Ming Xiaoxiao remembered those words for the rest of her life, often wondering why her parents had gone to such lengths.
They took her back, but they couldn't provide her with a good life. Not long after, they both died in a car accident, leaving her with such a difficult life.
Therefore, she was very disgusted by this one-sided condemnation of human traffickers.
Many times I can't help but argue, standing on the moral high ground to question others: Why are you so vicious? Why can't you be more magnanimous?
How do you know if a trafficked child was willing to be trafficked?
"What's wrong with generalizing about this kind of thing? Do you know how much pain child trafficking brings to a family?"
Those with a quick temper immediately got angry and raised their voices.
Ming Xiaoxiao shrank back—the other person's voice was too loud, making it sound like they were about to fight or kill her—and a thin layer of moisture immediately welled up in her eyes.
“I was just stating a possibility. You come from well-off families and naturally don’t want to be trafficked, but for poor families, it’s a relief for both sides.”
She speaks fluently, quickly, and clearly, and her speech is very engaging.
Although the boys felt that what she said was wrong, they couldn't find a point to refute it.
Moreover, Ming Xiaoxiao's appearance is indeed pitiful yet strong and fragile, which inevitably makes people think of her background.
She was a student from a poor family, an orphan without parents, so she must have longed for a family and parents, right? No wonder she had such thoughts.
Seeing that Ming Xiaoxiao's eyes were brimming with tears, yet she deliberately pretended to be strong, no one had the heart to criticize her.
Instead, everyone comforted her, saying, "Xiaoxiao, you're right. We were too extreme."
Ming Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, blinked back her tears, and smiled. "I'm sorry, actually I was just being too sentimental, I..."
"Bang!" A sound suddenly came from the back seat. The tall boy with long arms and legs lifted the book covering his face—he had just been sleeping and seemed to have been woken up by them. He was now staring at the group of people with a displeased expression.
Ming Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, then quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Young Master He, did we wake you up? I..."
He Jingxuan is the most unique member of the Rocket Class. It is said that this young master used to have a bad temper and violent tendencies.
Since Ming Xiaoxiao sat in front of the other person, she had never seen the other person actually get angry at her.
This feeling was subtle, like how Pei Si used to treat her, always restraining his temper and cautiously approaching her.
She sighed softly to herself, feeling somewhat wistful.
Even if He Jingxuan has feelings for her, she probably won't be able to get over her past relationship with Pei Si anytime soon.
"Ha, a bunch of saints!" He Jingxuan's expression was full of sarcasm and mockery. "Idiots, you're sick!"
Ming Xiaoxiao was stunned for a long time before she could react. She clenched her fists, her face full of stubbornness. "Young Master He, why are you saying such things about us?"
She knew that He Jingxuan might not be targeting her, but so what? She was going to stand by her friend and resolutely protect her friend!
"Why? Why would a perfectly normal person not empathize with the victims but instead empathize with the human traffickers? What else could it be but a mental illness?" Since He Jingxuan's internal energy was properly regulated, he no longer experiences internal energy chaos when practicing ancient martial arts, and he rarely loses his temper.
Even so, when he had a stern face, he was still intimidating.
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