"Da Hua, Xiao Hua, are you two hurt?"
Lao Ba had been right. Ah Mao was gravely injured, with only enough strength left to speak.
"We're fine, Father. How are you?"
Da Hua answered, holding back her tears. Xiao Hua also gripped her father's hand tightly, refusing to let go.
"Good girls, good girls. As long as you're safe, that's all that matters."
Seeing that his two daughters, the ones he worried about most, were safe and sound, Ah Mao felt a great sense of relief.
"Tang Mo, thank you."
Ah Mao's breath was already weak, but he still looked at Tang Mo and thanked her earnestly.
He knew that if it weren't for Tang Mo, his family of four—and even the entire Xing Clan—would not have escaped death.
He didn't know what Tang Mo's motives were for saving them, but right now, she was the savior of his entire clan.
