Two figures emerged against the light.
"Who?" one of them asked softly.
Qin Yao laughed; she knew that voice well, "Brother Yang, it's me, Qin Yao!"
"Ah?" Yang Da was quite surprised, thinking this was quite the coincidence.
He quickly called his son Yang Xu over to greet them. It was getting dark, and they couldn't make out what the mother and son were dragging behind them. They only caught a whiff of leaves mingled with a bloody scent.
The father and son went to help the mother and son with their haul, but Qin Yao hurriedly said, "No need, it's too heavy for you to lift."
Yang Da and his son were momentarily stunned, their outstretched hands paused for a brief moment before retracting two seconds later.
Qin Yao pushed Da Lang, who was mainly there for company, forward, "Brother Xu, help me look after this little one."
Da Lang unloaded the vine from his shoulder, knowing that his presence was more of a hindrance to the stepmother, and he left with Yang Xu.
