"We've never seen her face; she always contacts us by phone. Based on her voice, she should be a young woman."
"Which phone did she use to contact you? Give me that phone," demanded Song Yan Ning, holding out her hand. Since the other party let them take the child off the train to sell, they would definitely call again.
One of the men reached into his pocket, took out a cell phone, and handed it to Song Yan Ning. Although he was extremely unwilling, he was unable to control his own actions.
Song Yan Ning took the phone, put it in her own purse, and no longer paid attention to the two men as she walked forward. Now all she had to do was wait for the call, and she would know who was behind this.
It wasn't until Song Yan Ning had been gone for a long time that the two men, as if their souls had just returned to their bodies, came to their senses, looking at each other with fear in their eyes. They were absolutely not dreaming; that child was not someone they could afford to provoke.
