Upon realizing that Xiao Jing was missing, Fang Qiao's face immediately showed a panicked expression, and beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.
After all, the public security situation is terrible these days, with rampant swindling and fraud. Moreover, due to inconvenient transportation and insufficient police manpower, once someone is abducted or goes missing, it is virtually impossible to find them again.
Fang Qiao felt a chill run down her spine whenever she thought about this possibility.
"What are we waiting for? Let's go find them!"
"Don't panic, she hasn't gone far and she's not in danger." Cheng Baidong held Fang Qiao's hand, their fingers intertwined.
His large, warm hands held Fang Qiao's small hands tightly in his palms, giving her a strong sense of security.
The warmth traveled from where their fingers intertwined to Fang Qiao's hand, and Fang Qiao turned to look at him.
Cheng Baidong said, "I left my scent on her and can sense her approximate location. Don't panic, come with me."
"well."
Fang Qiao's panicked heart calmed down a little. She let go of Cheng Baidong's hand, took one child in each hand, and followed behind him. As she walked, she repeatedly instructed the two children: "Stay close to them, don't let go. If any strangers talk to you when their parents aren't around, don't talk to them. It's the New Year now, which is also the time when there are the most child traffickers on the streets. Never go with strangers, or you'll be tricked and we'll never see each other again, understand?"
Sweetie knew how dangerous human traffickers were, so she nodded seriously. An'an seemed to understand, but also nodded in a daze.
Cheng Baidong led Fang Qiao against the flow of people for several dozen meters, then turned right and entered an alley.
The alley was rather short; it ended after walking for about ten meters. At the end was a T-junction, with one road to the left and one to the right. Cheng Baidong turned into the right road, walked another ten meters, and then turned another corner.
The alley behind this bend is lined with traditional courtyard houses. Although the location is good, in the heart of Beijing, the space inside is very cramped, and they are often mixed-use, with as many as seven or eight families living in one courtyard.
Of course, it wasn't like this a few decades ago. Back then, the people living here were all wealthy families. However, since the public ownership of private houses more than a decade ago, these houses that were taken over have been divided into small pieces and distributed to homeless families. The courtyard houses have all become large tenements.
These families then built outbuildings and shacks on the land allocated to them, making the space increasingly cramped and narrowing the roads. In the narrowest places, the roads were only one meter wide, barely enough for a bicycle to pass through.
Reaching this point, Fang Qiao couldn't help but wonder, "With so many bends in the road, didn't Xiao Jing make a sound at all after being brought here?"
After all, if there had been any movement, she and Cheng Baidong would have noticed it long ago.
It's so strange that they disappeared into the crowd so quietly.
"Don't guess, just find someone and ask them."
After Cheng Baidong finished speaking, he walked straight to the second door in the alley and kicked it open.
The dilapidated door was kicked open by Cheng Bodong and hung precariously on the door frame.
The scene in the courtyard was not quite what Fang Qiao had imagined.
There were no human traffickers, and Xiaojing was not harmed.
She stood impatiently in the yard, with a man kneeling at her feet, slapping himself while clinging tightly to her leg.
Hearing the noise behind him, the man scrambled to his feet in a panic, turned around, and yelled, "Who? Who kicked down my door?"
Upon seeing Cheng Baidong and Fang Qiao's faces, his voice suddenly weakened.
He was shocked, and because of his guilt and shame, he stammered, his tongue tied in knots, "W-how...how is it you?"
Not only was he shocked, but Fang Qiao was shocked too!
Fang Qiao stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded, her face filled with disbelief.
"..."
No, no, what's going on?
Why is it that Lin Youcai is kneeling in front of Xiaojing and slapping himself in the face?
Wasn't he arrogant because he considered himself a city dweller and acted particularly aloof when he was a sent-down youth in the countryside?
Why are they so shameless and disrespectful now, kneeling down and slapping themselves in the face?
Did the sun rise in the west?
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