Wei Wan nodded.
She was still angry and didn't want to mention the other party's name.
"Thud."
The puzzle rings fell out of Xu Luo's hand. He had already fallen asleep on his father's lap.
Xu Yan quickly adjusted his son's sleeping posture. Through his collar, one could see the blood-red scar on the boy's skin, as if it was burning.
Just looking at it made Wei Wan's heart ache. She wished she could bear this on behalf of her son.
Xu Yan carefully loosened his son's collar and comforted his wife gently, "It's fine. Our son is a good person."
"I've asked around. The master of Wuliang Temple, Daoist Xuan Cheng, has returned. This time, we'll ask him to take a good look at Luo'er."
Seeing how much her husband cared about their only son, Wei Wan's heart was filled with tenderness.
