"Brother, what's wrong with your daughter's little classmate? She looks beautiful and delicate, but why is she so good at hitting people? She even held a sickle on someone's neck. Won't she be afraid?"
On the way down the mountain, a person walking behind approached Father Zhao and asked softly.
Father Zhao shook his head. "I don't know either. She's probably just young and rash."
"Sigh, it's all thanks to her this time. She said that Linlin's other classmate received her call that told them that they were safe, so we didn't panic before we found our way down. You heard what Zhao Qian said too."
"Zhao Qian also said that after they went up the mountain, the four of them split up. He was in the same group as Jinyu and was separated from Linlin. After knowing that Linlin was in trouble, Jinyu quickly rushed over to find her and even helped treat her wound."
