Su Ying rushed forward and held Ling.
Ling was frightened. She pouted and burst into tears in Su Ying's arms. Yet she did not dare to cry too loudly and sobbed like a kitten. Su Ying's heart ached.
Xiao Jin's dark eyes glared coldly at the person who had snatched Ling's pancake. He recognized him at once – he was the son of one of his deputy generals.
"Jiang Yang."
Jiang Yang returned to his senses and stepped forward to kick the man. The man's body slammed into the wall. Even so, he was still unwilling to let go of the pancakes in his hand.
"Wang Neng. You animal. You even snatched a child's food!" Jiang Yang apparently also knew the person.
Wang Neng stuffed all the pancakes into his mouth like a man starving to death, then glared at Jiang Yang with resentment. "On this road to exile, you die, or you live. Who cares if she's a child or not? Besides, the reason why my family is in such a miserable state is all because of you!"
