Rong Zhimin and several of his brothers were all waiting.
Especially the ones from the third brother's family, they had a son who had followed them up the mountain, and under no circumstances could anything go wrong with him.
Someone with sharp eyes spotted the bedraggled group as they descended, "They're back, they're back..."
The crowd immediately looked over and saw their miserable states... some had even lost their shoes.
Some had their clothes ripped and torn.
They had looked respectable going up the mountain.
By the time they came down, they looked like beggars.
What on earth had happened?
"Dad, the, the mountain has a tiger..." Rong Yuqing had at least grown up as a village child, so his strength was definitely better than that of the house servants.
He was running at the forefront.
When Rong Zhiliang and his wife heard what their eldest son said, they were startled into a cold sweat.
