Beating Up the Human Traffickers

The boy suspected he had seen wrong and couldn't help but take another look. At this moment, Zhouzhou and Qin Er had already started calculating their gains, heads together.

"We're rich, we're rich, Brother Dafu! So much money!"

"Indeed, Caicai, I always said your name was a sign of fortune. Being with you always brings wealth."

"Hehe, and it's all thanks to my fortune hair!"

Zhouzhou was immensely proud, already contemplating how to divide the money.

Both daddies had to get equal shares to avoid jealousy, and there were the uncle, grandparents, and a beautiful nest for Xinbao to consider.

She counted on her fingers, ensuring everyone was included. Everything was ready; they just needed to collect the money.

However, the others who heard Zhouzhou's words found them somewhat difficult to swallow.

This child must be crazy. Still dreaming of riches? Those people were waiting to sell her for money!