Moreover, in response to the buyer's request, in front of everyone, a red-hot iron was used to brand the character for "slave" on the girl's face, and her scream echoed throughout the entire Wanling Agency.
But the people below the stage seemed as if they neither heard nor saw anything, remaining completely indifferent.
"Has it always been like this here?"
Lin Caisang watched the scene, muttering to herself involuntarily.
"Every place has its own way of life."
Sui Zimo just looked at her, softly soothing her inner disquiet.
He knew that letting the young girl witness this would definitely make her uncomfortable, but life was just that realistic; even if it wasn't here, Sang'er would have encountered similar situations eventually.
Even compared to others, the way the Wanling Agency treated slaves was already quite good.
"My father, he..."
"Shh, your uncle is surely fine, we will find him."
Before Lin Caisang could say anything, Sui Zimo interrupted her.