Ning Xueyan quietly retreated to the shadow behind her and looked at Xia Yuhang coldly.

"Elder Brother!" The delicate Young Lady seemed to have seen the savior and immediately cried with reddish eyes. Before she could speak, tears rolled down. She covered her mouth with a handkerchief, lowered her head and wiped her tears.

"Cousin Yuhang!" Ling Xue also called out in a low voice. She looked at Xia Yuhang in front of her in a daze, and then at the delicate Young Lady ...