"Brother Yunting, look out!"
"Princely Heir He, stop!"
Song Yunzhao stopped in her tracks and turned to thank Xie Jinshu. "Thank you so much, Third Young Master Xie. If not for you, I'm afraid I would have been hurt."
Xie Jinshu quickly took a step back, waving his hands. "It was nothing, Third Miss Song. Please don't give it a second thought."
Xie Linlang rushed over to inspect Yun Zhao. Seeing she was truly unharmed, she said, "If you had been hurt, how would I ever explain it to Third Master Song? I never thought people in the Capital City were so aggressive. They send plates and bowls as greetings before they even show up."
Song Yunzhao couldn't help but laugh. She patted Xie Linlang's hand. "Life is unpredictable, like a big sausage wrapped around a little one. You just get used to it."
Xie Linlang was completely bewildered. 'What a strange thing to say,' she thought, 'but it does sound rather interesting.'
