"Let go of me!"
Fu Chuan struggled hard. He looked at his uncle with obvious anger. "Let them let me go!"
Fu Chuan’s uncle had no half guilt on his face. "Chuan, don't blame me. Consider this as a favor. If I don't pay back the money, the underground bank will unload my arms and legs. Can't you just watch me become disabled? "
"Chuan, with my sister, you don’t even have enough to eat. It's better to follow them to have a good life!"
With that, he winked at the men indicating that they could take Fu Chuan away.
"He Jun, you bastard!" Fu Chuan stared at his uncle, He Jun, hatefully. From the eyes of the little boy, the flames of hatred burst out, as if he could burn people to ashes.
"Let go of me! You let me go!" Fu Chuan struggled desperately, but he was dragged to the van by the men.