"Brother!"
After calming down a bit, Yang Wen threw herself into Yang Fei's arms.
Yang Fei held her tenderly, gently patting her back, and comforted, "Alright, alright, it's okay now. It's all my fault for being late and scaring you."
Yang Wen hummed softly, shook her head, and said, "It's just as well. I thought we were all going to die here."
Aunt Zhao Guifang was also shaken, for everyone fears death. Though she had already lost her husband, she was only a little over fifty and still hoped that Yang Wen would get a job after university and help Yang Hao and Huang Qiaoqiao raise their grandchildren.
Those bandits earlier were truly ruthless. Thinking about what could have happened to Yang Wen if she fell into their hands made her heart race. She couldn't help but say, "Yes, Xiao Fei, you came just in time, or the consequences would have been unimaginable."
