"My grandfather is a good man; he never did anything against the motherland," Xiao Heng looked at Fu Xiaoxiao and declared firmly.
"I know, don't worry! Your grandfather will surely live a long life." Of course, Fu Xiaoxiao knew that during this dark era, many professors were wronged, unable to endure the torture's pain, falling into darkness before the arrival of dawn.
After bidding farewell to Xiao Heng, Fu Xiaoxiao walked out of the small forest.
Xiao Heng stood in the forest, watching her departing silhouette, engraving her deeply in his heart.
As Fu Xiaoxiao and Xiao Heng left the woods in separate directions, they took only a few steps when they encountered a man holding a brick, seemingly looking for someone.
Li Xiang frowned, searching around for Fu Xiaoxiao; she was supposed to be on this road, yet he had waited for ages without encountering any unfamiliar woman.
Thinking Fu Xiaoxiao had escaped, Li Xiang emerged with the brick, cursing under his breath.
