Throughout the journey up the mountain, Yu Jingting wore a stern face, and he seemed to be under a lot of pressure.
He had confiscated Suizi's kitchen knife and the axe at her waist. Following him, she looked like a bullied little wife.
Mother Li was walking in front, her hands bound, anxiety written all over her face.
Yu Jingting and his wife were so worried about Jiaojiao that they couldn't bring themselves to say anything else, the journey was silent.
A sketch of a pavilion was drawn on the note that Li Youcai had given to Suizi.
The pavilion was not far from the foot of the mountain. Presumably, Li Youcai, with his weak physique, wouldn't be able to climb the mountain. So, he had chosen a place that is easy to locate.
The pavilion was just about ten minutes away. Suizi, after a long journey of brooding, finally spoke.
"Jingting, are you still mad?"
"What do you think?"
Suizi knew that he was very angry.