In his eyes, Nian Tingchu was stronger than him, Si Fuqing was stronger than him, and even the assistant Si Fuqing brought along was very strong.
"Good children, all of you are good children." Old Lady In held Nian Tingchu's hand with one hand and Ye Zhenmian's with the other, feeling a great weight lift off her shoulders.
She sat down and took the tissue that Nian Yi'an handed her, though her tears couldn't be wiped away.
Si Fuqing patiently stayed with Old Lady In, going to the kitchen to brew several cups of hot tea, which she placed on the dining table.
In Yaonian recounted how he had faked his death to escape those people years ago.
"No wonder, no wonder," Old Lady In murmured. "I knew you two would find a way to escape. Yaonian... And your older brother? Has he sent any messages?"