Xia Xin, seeing no response from the other side for a while, guessed that the other party must have already rushed back.
Xia Xin sighed, "Those mother and daughter are so pitiful..."
Jiangli's eyes stayed closed as if she was dozing off, her tone exceptionally calm, "Since ancient times, it has always been the case that misfortunes never come singly, and adversity doesn't spare you just because you've been unlucky before."
Xia Xin felt choked, his heart pierced through.
With a sigh, Xia Xin asked, "She should have already returned home by now, she's alright, isn't she?"
"Xia Xin." Jiangli suddenly opened her eyes, which differed from usual with a hint of coldness, as if she could see through everything, "I have a question for you."
Xia Xin shuddered inside, "What is it, great ancestor, please tell."
