As Ye Feng drove toward the White House with eighteen servants, a young Black girl in somewhat thin clothes walked wearily along Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington!
The morning temperature was a bit low, and Mu Ya tightly wrapped her arms around herself, hoping it would make her a bit warmer!
"What should I do? What do I do now?"
Mu Ya's head was slightly bowed, her dark hair covering eyes as bright as stars, her dark face full of exhaustion!
Her gaze was somewhat confused, she seemed like a lost lamb!
The entire person looked so helpless!
"What to do? What to do? My clansmen are still held by those traffickers! What on earth should I do!" Mu Ya's face was full of pain!
"I must find a way to save my people! Those damn traffickers!"
At the thought of those traffickers, a flicker of hatred crossed Mu Ya's eyes!
A while ago, some women from Mu Ya's tribe were captured by traffickers, then sold directly from Africa to America, and Mu Ya only barely escaped!
