The two quickly returned to the Yu Family's home.
In front of a rural self-built house that wasn't particularly tall or luxurious, for some unknown reason, a circle of people had formed. Qin Youxue and Yu Xiangxiang stopped simultaneously, exchanged a puzzled glance, and both noticed the confusion in each other's eyes.
The village head was there too, a middle-aged man, currently smiling wide, nodding and bowing, speaking to someone inside.
A few tall bodyguards in black surrounded the innermost part of the crowd, forming a barrier that blocked anyone from seeing who was inside. From Qin Youxue and Yu Xiangxiang's angle, it was impossible to see who the person inside was.
"That's odd, why are all the village officials here?"
Yu Xiangxiang muttered to herself in puzzlement.
Without knowing why, Qin Youxue's heart suddenly started racing, she felt a cold sweat seeping into her palms, her fingertips slightly chilly.
"Xiaoxue, what's wrong?"
