Xiao Linlin glared fiercely at Xiao Chan'er and wanted to say more, but Zhou Yan had already helped Zhou Wangchen up and brushed past her.
"Zhou Yan," she will definitely... regret it immensely someday!"
Xiao Linlin suddenly cried, seemingly hiding a huge secret that she couldn't express.
Her sobbing was profoundly sorrowful.
Xiao Zhan's forward stride inexplicably paused for a moment. Then, without looking back, he continued to follow Zhou Yan out of the tavern that had become a ruin, leaving only the skeleton of its structure behind.
"Yan'er, I'm sorry..."
Xiao Zhan was filled with guilt and self-blame, his voice packed with sorrow.
As he spoke, his two daughters, Xiao Linlin and Xiao Chan'er, had already scoffed and stomped their feet before flying away.
"Let's talk after we leave; there are enemies coming."
Zhou Yan didn't care about the departure of the two women. Speaking indifferently, he had already lifted his head.
