When Madam Xia brought her children back to the city, the sky was still dark.
The nether soldiers had been chasing away the spirits ever since they came out of the hall of salvation. Now that the child had been found, they were filled with fear.
"Let's go home and wait for dawn. Send the little Lord back to the Yang family after dawn."
"I'll have to trouble young master yang to stay in my humble home for a night." It was said to be a night, but in reality, it had only been four to four hours.
Yang pinfeng hurriedly waved his hand. He knew that Jiang huailu was too capable. These Yin soldiers that outsiders feared and respected were all her subordinates!
"I'm not aggrieved. I don't dare to feel aggrieved since she's living there." Yang pinfeng looked at Jiang huailu carefully.
Jiang huailu blinked her eyes. She was only a four-year-old child anyway, no one would believe her even if she told them.
