"What's wrong, wife? Why are you all soaked like this?" Zhao Erhu saw that it was raining heavily outside, and there his little wife was, running through the rain without anything to cover herself, drenched like a drowned rat. The sight gripped his heart, and he quickly went to meet her, hooking her into his embrace as she ran towards him.
Lin Yue had nearly been caught by Zhao Quan, and the fright wasn't small. Seeing Zhao Erhu, she suddenly relaxed and flung herself into his arms. "Zhao Erhu, you scared me to death, scared me to death. I was almost caught by them, they definitely wouldn't let me off. Thank goodness, thank goodness!" Lin Yue was speaking somewhat incoherently from running too fast and being frightened.