At that moment, Qin Yize reached out to pull her back, pressing her into the seat, then said to the trafficker, "There's no need to be so tense, I won't let her disturb your daughter."
Gu Qiaoqiao was desperate.
But on this train, apart from her, who would suspect this man was a human trafficker, and that this woman was not his daughter but someone he was about to sell?
Gu Qiaoqiao hesitated no longer, suddenly pulling Qin Yize close and whispering in his ear, "That man must be a trafficker, the girl has a strange smell on her, it's probably a hallucinogen drug."
Qin Yize had no time to avoid the itch at his ear, startled by Gu Qiaoqiao's words, he also lowered his voice, "Do you have any evidence?"
"No," Gu Qiaoqiao's eyes flashed with a cold light, "If he gets off at the next station, it'll be too late."
The two of them looked somewhat like a couple whispering secrets to each other.
The man handsome, the woman pretty, it was a pleasing sight no matter how one looked at it.