Xia Yinian watched the direction He Shuya disappeared to, her mind filled with indescribable doubts.
Soon, Feng Yan returned carrying Xia Chuxue, with He Shuya hurriedly following.
"Chuxue, are you alright? Don't scare mom, what exactly happened to you? Where are you hurt? How did this happen? Chuxue..."
Her voice echoed in the hall before she arrived.
Xia Yinian knew Grandpa was worried, so she stood up and pushed Grandpa forward to meet them.
"Chuxue, what happened?" Old Master looked at the person in Feng Yan's arms with a face full of pity.
"Grandpa." Xia Chuxue turned her head to look at Old Master and choked up again.
After sobbing briefly, she buried her head back into Feng Yan's embrace.
Feng Yan, with a stern face, didn't say a word, walked past the Old Master, and directly placed Xia Chuxue on the sofa.
Seeing she was about to leave the embrace she longed for day and night, Chuxue reached out her hands to clasp around Feng Yan's neck.
"Brother Yan, it hurts..."
