After the group of traffickers locked the door and left, Little Shitou, who had mixed in the crowd in a low-key manner, stood up and went to the place that Sun Yaoyang was being hung. He lifted his arms and supported the soles of his feet. This caused the pressure on Sun Yaoyang’s arms to decrease significantly.

He lowered his head to look at the scrawny young boy under his feet. He was around six to seven years old and had a small stature, yet he worked so hard to support him that his face had turned completely red. Sun Yaoyang felt very moved, and said to him, “Thank you. You won’t be able to support me, so don’t waste your energy!” 

“If you succeeded in prying open the window, it would benefit everyone. If you failed, you would be the only one who gets punished. It’s too unfair! It’s alright, I’ll do what I can. I believe that someone will come save us soon! Let’s endure this together!” Little Shitou’s body had been nourished with mystic-stone water for two years, so even though he had a short stature, he was stronger than most children. 

After wiping his mucus and tears, the chubby boy also got up and went to Little Shitou’s side. He gave him a big thumb’s up and said, “You...