"Ah?" Qiaoqiao exclaimed in surprise when she saw the poorly dressed convicts.
"What is it?" Lin Ziyin asked.
Before Qiaoqiao could answer, the officer had already noticed Lin Ziyin smiling at him. "Miss, this time I am again in charge of transporting convicts through here. I wonder if you need any more people."
"Miss." Qiaoqiao called out to Lin Ziyin in a quiet voice.
Lin Ziyin turned to look at Qiaoqiao, who looked hesitant and troubled.
"Is this maid one you bought last time?" The officer noticed the tattoo on Qiaoqiao's forehead, his gaze inadvertently switched to the convicts that had been dragged along but offered a cold smile, "See, her kind heart is something you could benefit from. If any of you could catch her eye and be chosen to stay, you would have good days ahead."
Most of the convicts that had been brought in were numb from the cold, they all seemed in a trance, their eyes on Lin Ziyin were dull.