"Dad..."
With his father's help, Chen Duhe finally managed to catch his breath gradually.
He immediately pointed to a spot not far away: "Help me go check on her..."
Chen Sansi repeated the previous actions, feeding the girl an elixir pill, then using his skills to heal her wounds.
"Th-thank you, uncle."
Yan Xiangshuang's face was deathly pale, but she insisted on getting up to bow in respect.
"Good child, it's nothing."
Chen Sansi looked her up and down: "Thank you for taking care of my Duhe."
"No, no!"
Yan Xiangshuang quickly shook her head, smiling: "He also helped us a lot."
"Dad!"
Chen Duhe interrupted their conversation: "How did you end up in Xieyue Road, and how did you recognize me?"
"Are you that confused, boy?"
Chen Sansi glanced at his clothes: "How could I not recognize the robe your mother sewed? But you..."
