Dazhi hurriedly ordered people to clean up the adjacent courtyard, since Ouyang Zhenyu and his group had more than 30 people.

It's late at night, and everyone needs to rest.

Xiaoqing, who was standing to the side, had calmed down by now, and the effects of the alcohol were gradually wearing off.

I didn't expect this girl to be such a good drinker.

Xiaoqing stood up gratefully.

"Brother Jiang, thank you."

"Don't say thank you. This is what we should do. It's because of us that your grandma, you, and your brother have been implicated."

We're even now. Come on, we'll take you home.

Ouyang Zhenyu's original intention was to help the old lady solve her troubles. They were the ones who brought this upon themselves; the old lady was just an innocent victim.

Xiaoqing bit her lip and followed behind Ouyang Zhenyu, silently looking up at his tall and broad back.

This man and Jun-ge are different from the other people in their town.

His eyes were gentle and clear.

He truly considers himself a human being.

It turns out there are such gentle and responsible men in the world. The moment he appeared, it was like a god descending to earth.

I never knew some people could be so kind-hearted.

When the old lady saw her granddaughter, she hugged her and wept bitterly.

"Xiaoqing, Xiaoqing, how are you?"

Although the granddaughter looks nice, that place is hardly better than a bandit's den.

None of Jun's gang of bastards are good people.

Xiaoqing quickly helped her grandmother to lie down on the bed.

"Grandma, I'm fine. Brother Jiang and the others arrived just in time to save me."

The old lady bowed gratefully to Ouyang Zhenyu and Chu Wu.

"Thank you! Thank you!"

Just as she finished saying thank you, the old lady spat out a mouthful of blood, closed her eyes, and collapsed.