The commotion came from outside.
"Could it be that the rebels have arrived?"
Mrs. Hong's face looked the worst. When she was young, her family fled due to the chaos caused by rebels.
In Qinghe Bay, her parents and brother were all killed by the rebels' knives.
The subconscious memories made Mrs. Hong shake like a sieve.
He Chao was not by her side, busy at the shop preparing for the work resumption on the sixteenth of the first month.
Tong Huaqiong held Mrs. Hong's hand and said, "Sister Hong, don't be afraid, nothing is certain yet; it might not be the rebels."
Mrs. Hong was still worried.
Tong Huaqiong called a maid to help Mrs. Hong down to rest.
At this moment, He Chao came running in from outside, panting heavily, unable to speak, and took Mrs. Hong away.
Tong Huaqiong knew he came in a hurry out of concern for Mrs. Hong.
"The peaceful days were going well; whoever stirs up such chaos deserves to be killed by the messy army," Mrs. Zhao cursed.
