In just one day and night, the Yang Family felt as if they were living through years.
Yang Mingcheng was no help; as a woman in this unfamiliar Qianmu County, who else could she turn to?
She knew no one, and could think of no solutions; overnight, it seemed fate was playing a cruel joke on her.
Sometimes, Xiangxiang wished her son were still foolishly naive; at least then he could stay safely and worry-free in Qingyun Town.
Who knows how many sighs she had uttered; perhaps she was too absorbed to notice the footsteps at the door.
"Mom, I'm back."
The familiar voice made the Yang Family turn around suddenly.
Seeing it was Yang Fan, she stood there frozen with immense joy.
Yang Fan walked over and helped her into the room: "Mom, I'm fine now, there's nothing to worry about."
"Fan, are you really okay?"
Throughout the day, she kept hearing about how ruthless Han Lingxin, the eldest daughter of the Han family, was.
Wouldn't it be terrible to fall into her hands?
