Lin Nianhe looked at her acquaintance, unable to utter a word, could only look at him with tearful eyes.
Uncle Niu glanced at her, seemed wanting to say something, didn't say it, and then glanced again...
Lin Nianhe blinked, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Cough cough."
The old man coughed twice and said to the person holding Lin Nianhe: "It's just a little girl, how much harm can she do? That's enough."
Perhaps Lin Nianhe's excessive compliance had relaxed the leading kidnapper a bit. He glanced at Lin Nianhe, remained silent for a moment, then jerked his chin upwards at her: "Get on the vehicle yourself."
Lin Nianhe was exceptionally obedient, but as she passed by Uncle Niu, she forcibly retched.
Seeing her like that, Uncle Niu hesitated for a long while with the whip in his hand, then said: "Take out whatever's in her mouth, don't suffocate her to death."
The strong man hesitated: "But this is outside, what if she starts screaming?"
