Qian Potian had long been accustomed to it. As soon as he got off the carriage, his adopted daughter, led by Qian Qingying, surrounded him.
"Father, foster father."
A group of colorful women were full of joy. They had been worried for eight days in Qianfu, feared for eight days, and worried for eight days, and now they saw Qian Potian returning.
Everything turned into dust, and my heart was filled with joy, but I ignored Mo Xue on the side.
Only Qian Wanyue held Mo Xue's hand warmly and asked about Mo Xue's injury.
"That third prince went too far. He actually beat your sister to serious injuries."
There was a bit of anger on Qian Wanyue's face, and Mo Xue looked at her for two seconds, as if she was really fighting for her.
"Thank you to Sister Yue for your concern. Mo Xue is much better now."
Mo Xue smiled, with a childish and sweet smile in his tone, which made Qian Wanyue also laugh.
"Seeing how well you two sisters get along makes me, my father, very happy!"
While the two were talking, Qian Potian walked up to the two of them and held one by the other with a loving smile.
This was the first time Qian Wanyue encountered such a situation. When she saw her adoptive father looking at her with a smile, her eyes were filled with admiration, and her eyes were hot. In front of her adoptive father, it was hard for her to get emotional again.
Although she usually takes everything lightly, and although her adoptive father treats her better than ordinary adopted sons and daughters, she knows clearly in her heart that her adoptive father's kindness to her is just a kind of love.
Although she usually takes everything lightly, and although her adoptive father treats her better than ordinary adopted sons and daughters, she knows clearly in her heart that her adoptive father's kindness to her is just a kind of love.
However, in Qian Wanyue's heart, her adoptive father is her biological father.
She will never forget that her adoptive father taught her personally from an early age and took her out to play and fly kites.
Although it happened a long time ago, in Qian Wanyue's heart, it is a beautiful memory.
"Father, Mo Xue is my sister, Wanyue will take good care of Mo Xue."
"Silly boy! As long as you two sisters are of the same mind, that will be my greatest blessing?" Qian Potian smiled, very pleased with Qian Wanyue's words.
Qian Qingying, who was standing aside, stamped her feet with a look of reluctance. Looking at Mo Xue and Qian Wanyue's smiles, it was like needles, which made her feel extremely uncomfortable.
But she still forced a smile, walked up to Mo Xue weakly, and greeted Mo Xue.
How could Mo Xue not know about her false friendship, but he didn't point it out to her face.
"Okay, Mo Xue, I'll have someone check your pulse later. You go back to the yard to rest first."
In the past eight days in the ice cave, neither of them had a good rest.
Mo Xue nodded. She was also very sleepy. If she hadn't been surrounded by these women, she would have gone back to her yard to rest like Qianyexing.
As soon as she returned to the yard, Mo Xue saw the little boy who made her scented tea last time, looking around in front of the yard, his little eyes flickering, as if he was expecting something.
Mo Xue calmly walked around in a circle and walked to the little boy from behind. After walking in, Mo Xue realized how thin the little boy looked.
He didn't pay attention last time, but this time, Mo Xue could see clearly that this little boy was thin and looked like he was twelve or thirteen years old.
"Who are you waiting for here? Aren't you waiting for me?"
Mo Xue couldn't help but speak when she saw that the little boy was looking at the front intently and not paying any attention to her behind him.