Loh Minxian looked coldly at Liu Ya.
Just as Liu Ya wanted to look at him, catching his gaze, she immediately shrank back like a pitiful little cat: "I, I..."
"Ah Xian, sister-in-law went to save Xiao An today," Jing Xianjun said.
"I, I didn't succeed..." Liu Ya's head drooped, immensely dejected.
If Xiao An didn't manage to save himself, then it was Nan Mufeng who succeeded. In any case, it had nothing to do with her.
Loh Minxian's expression softened a bit: "Did Xiao An see you?"
"Yes." Liu Ya replied in a low voice.
"Then just wait here for him to come out."
Liu Ya lifted her head joyfully: "I, can I?"
"Yes." Loh Minxian nodded, pulling Jing Xianjun away.
Liu Ya laughed, and as she laughed, she cried.
Jing Xianjun sighed lightly and whispered, "Ah Xian, don't be like this. Ancient people said: a prodigal son who turns back is worth more than gold. If sister-in-law can turn from evil to good, Xiao An's mind won't bear such a heavy burden."
