Blinking his clear eyes, he watched the group of men who were much taller than him and obviously uneducated gradually block the light, so that Anya, who had finally seen the sun again, was shrouded in shadows again.

But the girl was not angry, nor was she blindly immersed in the grief of losing her freedom.

Just stroked his chest and took a light deep breath, helplessly raised the corners of his mouth to show a reluctant smile, and greeted politely.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen, does anyone need a hot cup of tea?" Anya raised her hand and fanned the air towards the tip of her tiny nose.

"Oh, I smell barbecue, maybe need some spices, I thought...... I just looked like I was looking at ......

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