"You're lucky," one of the migrants muttered, his tone bitter. "If Boss Su hadn't stepped in, you wouldn't have walked away from this."
Xi Ping didn't respond. She couldn't muster the strength to say anything.
All she felt was overwhelming gratitude—to Boss Su for recognizing her, for saving her when she had been seconds away from disaster.
The gates opened slowly, and she stepped inside, her blistered feet dragging across the ground.
She glanced back once, her gaze lingering on the crowd still buzzing with whispers.
Su Yun's screams faded as the gates shut behind her, sealing her inside the safety of Boss Su's domain.
She exhaled deeply, her body sagging with exhaustion. Her ordeal wasn't over, but for now, she was safe.
"Thank you," she whispered under her breath, her gratitude to Boss Su burning brightly in her heart.
Su Jiyai hurriedly ordered Yuan Xin to pick up Xi Ping and bring her to the conference room.