"Yixuan didn't come either."
Wang Yehan's eyebrows furrowed, and a bad premonition arose: "Could he be in trouble and can't make it?"
"No way!"
Li Yunxiu screamed and fell onto the back of the chair.
"Something is wrong; let's go to the Ye Manor."
Wang Yehan gripped the hilt of his sword, took a few steps, crossed the threshold, and directly went down the stairs.
"Hey, hey, wait for us."
The remaining three people's spirits were lifted, and they scrambled to squeeze out of the door, chasing after him in a swift trot.
*
Wen Garden.
Ye Qingying moved a small stool and sat down next to her grandmother, massaging her leg.
Her strength was just right, neither light nor heavy, and it felt very comfortable to massage the sore and swollen knee joint.
Old Madam Ye lovingly looked at her sensible and obedient granddaughter, raised her hand, gently stroked her head, and gently tucked a strand of broken hair behind her ear.
"Grandmother.
