The thudding footsteps sounded as if they were stepping directly on his chest; Meng Yuhuai, the ever-composed and capable leader, instantly felt a tightness in his heart, his brows knitted together as he involuntarily stepped forward.
Indeed, Wang Zhanrui was hurriedly making his way towards the wooden house alongside Qing You, their pace irrefutably quick, but ahead of them was Chun Xi, running like the wind with clenched fists. As soon as she caught sight of Meng Yuhuai, she began to pant and cry out, "Your wife..."
All Meng Yuhuai's ears caught were those three words, and then his mind buzzed and turned to chaos; he cast aside all notions of protocol and, as Chun Xi rushed up, he hastily grasped her wrist and stared into her eyes, "Xiaomai is not...?"
His throat turned dry and, to his surprise, his voice trembled a little.
