Feng Wu could hear the boy crying. "Uncle, I really didn't push Xiaoshu into the river. He wanted to catch the fish himself, and Sister Sanya jumped in to save him. I don't know what happened…"
Then, they saw Feng Wu come ashore with the two children.
The middle-aged man rushed over and snatched the two kids from Feng Wu's arms.
"Xiaoshu! Xiaoshu!"
"Sanya! Sanya!"
No matter how loudly he shouted, the two children didn't move and kept their eyes shut.
The man almost pushed Feng Wu to the ground, but judging by how nervous he was, he was probably their father.
Feng Wu dried her clothes with her spiritual essence. When she looked up again, she saw that the middle-aged man was wiping away his tears.
Next to him, a few others were all weeping and trying to comfort him.
Condolences?
Feng Wu walked up to them and frowned. "They're not dead yet."
Immediately, all eyes were on Feng Wu.
