Zhao Youlin and Duan Yarong entered through the door. As expected, she saw the former master already seated in the living hall. She greeted him softly, "Grandpa."
The former master was used to seeing Zhao Youlin's spirited look. When he saw her looking spiritless, he could not help but ask anxiously, "Why are you looking so down? Did you hurt yourself?"
"No, I didn't hurt myself," Zhao Youlin sat opposite the former master with Duan Yarong, "Those people who hunted me got injured, as well as a few others who were dragged down by me."
"Dragged down by you?"
Before the former master could ask anything in detail, Zhao Shunrong had already entered with Xiao Jingyao. When he heard Zhao Youlin's words, his face darkened, "What happened?"
Zhao Youlin looked up, only to see the crowd was staring at her wide-eyed, waiting for her explanation. She heaved a sigh, and she explained the entire story.
