Qi Yu entered the hall and, sure enough, it was Song Ting who was crying.
He must have been crying since he was captured, his eyes already swollen like walnuts.
Qi Yu found it both funny and heart-wrenching, calling out, "Ting'er."
Song Ting's cries abruptly stopped as he turned around in a daze, struggling to believe the figure before him.
He rubbed his eyes again, fearing he was hallucinating.
But after a while, the figure was still there.
It was real!
Song Ting's lips quivered, and he quietly shed a few more tears before quickly running to her, hugging her waist, and burying his face in her, grumbling pathetically, "Cousin-in-law, he bullied me!"
Qi Yu patted his head, smoothing the little one's fur.
She raised her eyes to the person sitting directly in front of her and asked faintly, "What did you capture us here for?"
After last night, she had nearly figured out this person's character.
Her tone was flat, her face showing no sign of fear.
