Zhao Mengjin screamed, "Help—"
Little Huzi, hearing her scream, immediately covered her mouth with his hand.
Zhao Mengjin's eyes were brimming with tears as she looked around for someone to rescue her.
That's when she spotted a man standing across the street.
The man was tall and thin, dressed in a white shirt with a black trench coat over it, exuding a sense of cleanliness, stylishness, and a unique charisma and elegance that were fully expressed.
Compared to the average person, Zhao Mengjin instinctively felt that this man was most capable of saving her life. Thus, she repeatedly made eye signals to him.
However, the man, who seemed well-educated, appeared to be even more indifferent and aloof, ignoring her plight completely.
Zhao Mengjin's heart sank; she wondered if she was so unlucky today to have missed her uncle and his wife and ended up dying at the hands of these people.
