Since he could move freely, Li Ming no longer needed to stay in the City Defense Building and took the opportunity to visit home after a long time.
"Li Ming!"
When he knocked on the door of Yang's old shop, Yang Yu came running out excitedly, hugging him tightly, her soft chest constantly pressing against him. Old Yang stood inside the shop, also seemingly relieved.
"Uh..." Li Ming hesitated for a moment. Yang Peng didn't come along, did he?
"What is the knife in your hand for?" he asked.
"It's of course for protecting Grandpa..." Yang Yu hurriedly let go and took several steps back.
Due to the disturbance this morning, she was too nervous; seeing Li Ming, she became too excited and lost her composure.
"If any bad guys break in, I'll chop them to death," Yang Yu shifted the subject, swishing the kitchen knife in her hand, making a swishing sound.
"At least you have the conscience to come back and check on us. That punk didn't even make a call." Old Yang grunted displeasedly.
