Having settled the child, Luo Fei looked at the people around him.
The villagers' gazes varied—some were puzzled, some confused, while others were filled with hatred and indifference. The most displeased was the village chief, who had been glaring at him all along.
Ever since he took the child out of the house, the man's demeanor had changed completely.
Earlier, while they were drinking, he seemed like a normal old man. Now, he was a madman in every sense.
He had somehow grabbed a shovel and was standing in front of everyone, representing the will of the entire village.
A group of young men in their twenties gathered around him.
Their imposing presence was quite oppressive...
"Kid, maybe this old man was too harsh with his words earlier. Whether you're a trafficker isn't crucial. Leave the child, then you'll be safe. Remember, it's wise to heed advice."
