Guan Chibei carried Ye Lulu and the child as he rushed up the mountain. However, it was already too late. The heavy rain in the sky poured down. By the time he stepped into the village, he was drenched.
"Chibei?!"
"It's you. You made it? You got them back?"
At the village entrance, a group of villagers had hesitant expressions and held torches in their hands. However, it was obvious that they were useless due to the rain. A large group of people happened to bump into Guan Chibei.
The village head was overjoyed as he looked at Guan Chibei carrying the child. "You didn't lose the child, right?"
Guan Chibei wiped the rain from his face and nodded. The group of villagers said, "Hurry up and go back. It's pouring. We'll talk after the rain stops."
