Duan Xi was aware of Wen Shu's existence, but Duan Qianyang had to reluctantly acknowledge the relatives, and to him, Wen Shu was an even more unrelated stranger.
His gaze only lightly swept over her, then landed on Ruan Jiaojiao.
"Sis, why didn't any of you answer the phone? We were worried something happened to you," Yang Hong said, breathlessly walking over, gasping for air as sweat coated his forehead despite the cold weather.
They had called from outside the vegetable market, but none of the calls went through. He didn't think much of it, but seeing the expression on Duan Xi's face at the time made him momentarily fear the three had met with trouble. Following him all the way here, he nearly lost half his life chasing after them.
"Did you call?" Yang Tao looked at the two approaching, suspiciously asked and reached into his pocket. His expression immediately changed dramatically: "Oh no, where's my phone?"
