Yang Ruxin did not explain but just let Yuan Mengzhu hug her and complain non-stop. However, Yang Ruxin felt warm inside until Yuan Mengzhu calmed down and let go of her. Then she took Yuan Mengzhu's arm: "Godmother, I can't just let Aheng face the danger alone, can I? We are one."
"Ah!" Yuan Mengzhu sighed, "Godmother knows, but I just feel a bit heartbroken for you, you are just a girl..."
"Enough, our Xinxin is not an ordinary girl," Fang Dehua came out from behind and said, "You, stop worrying too much."
"Godfather!"
"Even if she's not ordinary, she's still a young girl. How can I not worry?" Yuan Mengzhu glanced at Fang Dehua.
"Sister..." Suddenly, a sharp voice rang out, and then a figure rushed over and hugged Yang Ruxin tightly, "You're finally back, sob..."
Yang Ruxin quickly patted Yu Qingge's back: "It's okay, let go, you're suffocating me..."
