As everyone stood in confusion, unsure of what to do next, Zhihao stepped forward to calm the situation.
"Don't mind her… Let's go inside," he said, not wanting bloodshed on such an auspicious day.
"Friend…" Yuan whispered, clutching tightly at Zoe's clothes, his voice trembling with fear.
"Don't worry, she's gone," Zoe said softly, lifting him into his arms.
"Let me hold him," Yuzhen said, extending his hands to take his son. But Yuan clung to Zoe's clothes even tighter.
He had never seen his mama this angry before, and that made him hesitant to go to Yuzhen's hands.
Understanding it, Yuzhen slowly withdrew his hands and walked away.
Feeling sorry for him, Zoe looked after him for a moment. Then his gaze shifted to the old woman being dragged away by the guards. Her words echoed in his mind, stirring unease. Connecting her warning to the present, he couldn't help but fear—what if another tragedy was about to happen?
