Wuxiang City.
When Zhao Ya safely returned home, the great weight on Zui'Er's heart finally settled.
She hadn't closed her eyes the whole night, worried that something might happen to Zhao Ya again.
"Did Tan Dong leave?"
"Yes, yesterday he waited until evening. Seeing you hadn't returned, he left first, but he'll probably come by later," Zui'Er said while busy preparing breakfast.
It was already daylight, and after a night of running around, Zhao Ya felt quite fatigued, so he leaned back on his chair and closed his eyes to rest.
"Call me when the food is ready!"
"Alright!"
But shortly after he closed his eyes, Tan Dong arrived in a hurry.
Seeing Zhao Ya unharmed, he let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank heavens, Zhao, it's good that you're alright."
Zhao Ya smiled, "What could happen to me? But it's good you came; I want to see Uncle."
"No problem. I'll send the message right away; my father should arrive by the afternoon!"
