"Hmm, no." Chu Molin nodded in response.
He wished for his wife and children to be safe, so why would he think of conflict?
"That's settled then; I'll start preparing, even if it might not be necessary." Qin Xue didn't like scrambling at the last moment; being prepared for unforeseen circumstances was always preferable.
While responding to Chu Molin, Qin Xue was busy handling her herbs, and Xue Ling was naturally assisting her.
So Chu Molin was taking care of the two kids, sitting on the steps, holding one in each arm, glancing at them occasionally, and then at Qin Xue.
Now, they were just waiting to reunite with the family at home, holding onto the belief that they'd return when the time was right.
"Master, you need to go out; someone is coming." As the master and servant duo were working with the herbs, Xue Ling suddenly spoke.
"Who's coming?" Qin Xue trusted Xue Ling's words, for it was never wrong.
"Gu Beihan." Xue Ling glanced at Chu Molin and spoke softly.
