Fortunately, the old man ate some candy and drank some water, reviving him.
He had lived for most of his life and had long realized that Feng Bailing and her children were not ordinary people, one could tell just by looking at their horses.
In these times, wealthy families are like ruthless wolves that devour people without spitting out their bones!
"Dad, these few people are good people. It's getting dark, and it's too dangerous for them, being orphans and widows, to go out. Let them stay in the village for one night."
The woman pleaded for a long while before the old man walked away with his hands behind his back.
The woman invited Feng Bailing and her children to enter the village, with Feng Bailing leading the horse upfront, and Dugu Xiaojin leading Feng Xiaoli behind.
Dugu Xiaojin was delicately handsome, and Feng Xiaoli looked like a porcelain doll, carved and polished from powder and jade. As the two walked through the village, the children watched them from afar.
