"I haven't asked your name yet."
Fang Fang took Ye Jiaying's hand and shook it gratefully.
"You're welcome. My name is Ye Jiaying."
"My name is Fang Fang. I see you're still young. Can I be Xiaoying?"
"Sure, Sister Fang Fang."
As the two were talking, a beautiful middle-aged woman in her forties, well-dressed, came into the room holding a ceramic jar.
"Xiaofang, have some brown sugar egg soup quickly."
She was stunned when she saw the two people holding hands.
"Who is this?"
"Mom, this is Xiaoying. She saved me yesterday."
Fang Fang replied.
When the beautiful middle-aged woman heard that she was the one who helped her daughter yesterday, she cried out and quickly put the enamel pot in her hand on the table.
He reached out and held the two people's hands, with the same gratitude in his eyes.
"Thank you so much, little girl. You saved my whole family's lives."
It was a hot summer day, and Ye Jiaying felt uncomfortable having her hands held by two people. She moved her hands nervously.
"You are too polite, Auntie. We will help each other if we encounter such a problem."
The beautiful woman held her hand tighter and shook her head.
"Someone else might not take action, so don't be polite. You are the savior of my Fang family."
Fang's mother thought very clearly. Her daughter was pregnant and if it were someone else, they might not help. If they could pull her back, it would be fine. But if they couldn't, it would not be helping her and would cause trouble.
"Auntie, does Sister Fang want some egg soup?"
Ye Jiaying felt a little uncomfortable with this scene and quickly changed the subject.
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