The third branch of the Yan family depended on the food they had diligently saved over time for their sustenance. With their provisions now stolen, what options did they have left for their meals? While a few of them could endure hunger, it was not an option for their ailing mother.
Yan Dandong, overwhelmed with anxiety, was on the verge of tears. Her eyes were swollen from crying.
Gu Chaoyan sighed deeply.
This mission proved to be more challenging than the cultivation-oriented ones, posing a considerable headache.
"Don't cry. No one can take anything away from us," Gu Chaoyan assured.
"Sister, but you…" Yan Dandong hesitated, not due to a lack of trust in her sister, but out of concern for her sister's well-being. Her sister had already fainted from injuries, and entrusting her with such intricate matters raised worries about her sister's health. The fear was palpable in Yan Dandong's eyes.
Gu Chaoyan sighed again.
