Jiang Wan stopped, a light flashed in front of her eyes, her eyes fixed, and she ran to the side.
The knife is gone in an instant.
The man was not ready to give up and made a comeback. Just when the sword was about to touch her, a gust of wind blew and the sword in front of her was knocked to the ground.
A man in black was entangled with him.
In just a cup of tea, the man was captured by the man in black.
"Miss Jiang."
"Are you the one sent by Brother Shen?"
There was no trace of panic on Shen Qiwen's face.
The man in black nodded.
"In that case, take this man to Brother Shen."
"yes."
The man quickly disappeared from the spot, and Jiang Wan walked to a residence at the end, raised her hand, and gently knocked on the door latch.
“Squeak—”
There was a sound of footsteps coming from inside, then the door opened and a small head popped out.
It was a delicate little girl, blinking and looking at her.
"Ah! What a beautiful sister!"
"Ah Huan."
A slightly aged voice came from behind the little girl, accompanied by the sound of a wheelchair rolling across the ground.
The door was completely opened and Jiang Wan saw the scene inside.
A bamboo wheelchair rolled over the fallen sycamore leaves. His gray hair was loosely tied with a bamboo hairpin, and a pair of gray-spotted hands held a book.
"Grandpa, she's a beautiful sister."
The little girl named Ah Huan spoke softly, ran to the old man's side, buried her head in his palm, and rubbed it gently.
"Excuse me, is this Mr. Yan Xu?"
The old man looked up, and Jiang Wan took out the bamboo slips from her arms and handed them to him.
"I was asked by an old friend to come and deliver something to the old gentleman."
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