Zhang Xiaohua was even more baffled, not knowing why her mother was behaving like this.
Moreover, he also had a strange feeling in his heart, just not able to pinpoint exactly what was strange.
Guo Sufei hugged her younger son in one arm and held the hand of her older son with the other, tightly clutching them, fearing that the two would suddenly disappear, heading towards the village.
This was the time for dinner in the countryside, no one at the entrance of the village, and people gradually started appearing as they entered the village. However, by now, dusk had fallen. If Zhang Xiaohu hadn't been leading two eye-catching horses, no one would have noticed the return of these two villagers.
