To tell the truth, it must have been tough on Xun Gui with all that flesh weighing him down when he ran, but he still managed to run quite fast.
Seeing her son running off, Mao Family's mother didn't dare to linger, but looking at the man sprawled on the ground, she knew she couldn't abandon him. So, she had no choice but to drag him up and half-pull, half-carry him as she followed her son.
Xun Qiancheng had broken two ribs, and being jerked about like this it hurt so much that he grimaced in pain. Yet, he dared not make a sound, terrified of receiving another kick that could very well end his life.
Yang Ruxin couldn't care less about those three people outside. Their turmoil, in her eyes, was nothing more than a bit of comedy, and certainly not something to take seriously.
And her family inside didn't take the Xun Family's people seriously either. After all, since the eldest sister had returned, nothing else really mattered.
Only Wenxiu looked still deeply concerned.
