Li Yifei stood at the entrance of his apartment complex and took a deep breath before walking into the elevator. The carnage of the past several days, although it had brought the culprits to justice, still weighed heavily on his heart. He already knew that Xu Yingying had not yet woken up, lying in a vegetative state. Her external wounds had mostly healed, and now she had been brought home for care.
The key slid into the anti-theft door, and he heard a chorus of voices from inside, followed by the sound of scrambling footsteps. When he opened the door, several women had already run up to the entrance.
"Yifei!"
"Brother-in-law!"
"Uncle!"
"Brother Li!"
Different names were called out by different people, but all carried the same surprised delight.
Li Yifei looked at the women: Xu Shanshan, Ye Yunzhu, Su Yiyi, Chu Xiaoyao, and with them were Meng Xiaofei, Su Mengxin, Michelle, and Ning Xin'er.
