Xia Youtian tried his best to control his expression, but this imaginable horrific prospect still hit him deeply.

Xia Youtian couldn't help but feel that he had been too careless during this period.

There is a portrait of the bandit hanging at the city gate!

How could I just run to town as if nothing had happened when I got the chance?

When leaving the town, Xia Youtian found a new notice at the city gate. He felt as if a pile of stones were stuffed into his stomach, making it hard for him to breathe.

My legs seemed to be heavier.

Xia Youtian walked out of the town slowly, his face looking grim. When he finally reached home, it was already almost an hour later than usual.

Jiang was very worried and had looked towards the village entrance several times.

The children were all hungry, but no one wanted to eat first. They all waited for Xia Youtian politely.

Seeing Xia Youtian’s ugly face, the whole family gathered around him.

"Arita, what's wrong with you?"

"Dad, are you hungry?"

Surrounded by his family, staring at him with concern, Xia Youtian forced a smile to comfort his wife and children:

"It's okay, it's okay. I ran into an acquaintance in town today. We hadn't seen each other for a long time, so we chatted for a while and ended up coming home late."

The children were reluctantly convinced, but Jiang and Xia Daohua could see that what they said was not entirely true.

After quickly eating some cornmeal porridge and settling the children down, Jiang came to ask Xia Youtian what had happened during the day. Unexpectedly, Xia Youtian said to Jiang with a depressed look on his face: "We divided the family by mistake."