"Qiu, don't be afraid. I'll protect you," said the young Yang Zijun, voice trembling.
"I'm not afraid." Ye Qiu's clear voice echoed in the small carriage, "Brother Jun, you shouldn't be afraid either. Uncle and the others won't hurt us."
"Kid, how do you know we won't hurt you? We are kidnappers, and kidnappers have no emotions," one of the three kidnappers, the youngest, stared at her, trying to intimidate her.
Ye Qiu, however, was exceedingly innocent: "Because I saw on TV that bad guys tie people up and blindfold them when they catch them. Brother Jun and I are not tied up, so you uncles are definitely not bad guys. You must have a reasonable cause."
"What does a little kid know about a reasonable cause?" scoffed the middle-aged man who had grabbed Yang Zijun into the car, "Let me be honest with you, this little boy's dad owes us wages, we've hit rock bottom, and we planned to kidnap him to make his dad pay."
