In the end, Luo Qianqian still came forward to threaten that woman, threatening her with her life. The gleaming dagger touched her waist; the cold sensation made the woman instantly cower. The woman hurriedly got off the train after it reached the station, not even caring which station it was.

After getting off, her face was full of anger. She had followed this old man for over ten days, yet he was still rescued! Snatched straight from her hands, how could she tolerate this?

But that girl seemed a bit familiar? There was a sense of vague recognition?

However, Luo Qianqian didn’t pay much attention to what happened to that woman. She looked at Old Master Tang, who was observing them, and slightly raised an eyebrow, showing no desire to engage in conversation.

After all, they weren’t familiar; there was nothing to talk about.

"Heh, Qianqian..." Old Master Tang finally couldn’t hold back anymore. Watching as Luo Qianqian turned another page in her book, he spoke up.

Luo Qianqian looked up at the old master, her expression revealing no visible emotion, giving no hint of what she might be thinking.

"Thank you for what you did just now." Old Master Tang looked into those calm eyes, hesitated a bit, and uttered these words.

Luo Qianqian nodded slightly and lowered her head again.

The scenery outside the window sped by. An Hao yawned, snuggled into Luo Qianqian’s arms, and nestled further down, looking adorably innocent. He passed his phone to Luo Qianqian. "Sister, I’m tired." His large eyes showed a hint of exhaustion, seemingly genuinely weary.

Luo Qianqian smiled gently. "Go to sleep, sister will hold you."

He Wenyu also casually pulled An Hao’s feet onto his own lap and covered him with the jacket he had bought just yesterday. "Where are we headed?"

"To meet Grandpa Jimo and Brother Chaeng." Luo Qianqian concealed a hint of panic in her eyes and forced a smile. "We don’t know how they are doing now."

The Jimo Family was no longer the protective family it used to be for her. They had conspiracies brewing in the dark, but as long as it didn’t involve those around her, she didn’t mind turning a blind eye.

He Wenyu was reminded of the large boy who used to protect Luo Qianqian, a nostalgic look appearing on his face.

The journey was quiet until they got off the train. An Hao was still sleeping, and Luo Qianqian carried him calmly without waking him.

The station was bustling with people, moving quickly; this added a trace of yearning to Luo Qianqian’s expression.

Which made the people around her curious.

"Elder Tang, please lead the way." Luo Qianqian looked calmly in the direction of Elder Tang, who nodded quickly, secretly finding Luo Qianqian intriguing.

The people around Luo Qianqian made him feel a sense of threat, but strangely, the seemingly weak Luo Qianqian seemed to be their core?

The looks in those four men’s eyes were not something ordinary people could have...

Recalling the battered appearance of the person who delivered the message about Old Man Jimo earlier, Elder Tang took a deep breath and said nothing.

Perhaps being with these people might be safer.

As the route had already been investigated and plans made domestically, Elder Tang found the way easily.

Arriving at a residential area, Elder Tang stopped, pointing to the building in front. "This is the place."

Luo Qianqian looked at the not-so-tall residential building in front of her, pausing slightly. It was even less welcoming than the house her mother had rented when she was a child; it still seemed like a very chaotic area...

Taking a deep breath, she handed An Hao to Yan, then pushed a bank card into He Wenyu’s hand, pointing to a café nearby. "You guys go wait for me there, grab something to eat and drink."

He Wenyu nodded, and after saying a few words to the others, Luo Qianqian followed Elder Tang upstairs.

As she expected, the corridor was dark and damp, with flickering lights, obscuring the view of the path ahead.

"205, this is it." Elder Tang turned around and called to Luo Qianqian behind him.

His eyes showed excitement at meeting an old friend soon.

Luo Qianqian slightly nodded, making no response.

Elder Tang took a deep breath, knocked on the door.

It took a while before they heard a very sluggish sound.

Out of respect for the teacher, Luo Qianqian did not use her spiritual power to probe, her face unable to hide her excitement.

When the door opened, a sour smell spilled out, accompanied by severe coughing. A hunched figure appeared in front of Elder Tang and Luo Qianqian.

He forced open his clouded eyes to look at the people in front of him, but seemed to fall down as if exhausted.

Elder Tang and Luo Qianqian hurried forward to support him.

The old man in front of them was already very aged, no longer the spirited old man from a few years ago. He even carried a hint of desolation.

"Teacher..." Luo Qianqian knelt on the ground, letting Jimo Kong lie on her lap, not daring to move his body easily, tears welling up in her eyes, looking at the person in front of her in disbelief.

She had clearly transferred money to this account, but... Since long ago, the card hadn’t been used again. The last transaction record wasn’t in this city...

Elder Tang had calmed himself and began to check the pulse.

As a doctor accustomed to life and death, years of experience had taught him to calm down quickly and begin diagnosing the condition.

His fingers moved on Jimo Kong’s wrist, and after a moment, he withdrew his hand, a solemn expression on his face. He checked Jimo Kong’s eyelid, furrowing his brows a bit more tightly.

Luo Qianqian was full of tension, yet didn’t dare disturb Elder Tang’s examination.

Seeing him withdraw his hand, she hurriedly asked, "How is the teacher?"

"He has internal injuries, probably for quite a while. The fever is likely due to an infection of the body’s wounds." Elder Tang calmly lifted Jimo Kong’s clothes, and their pupils suddenly contracted, faces full of disbelief.

The skin under the clothing was covered with fresh and old bruises and injuries. A few places seemed to have been cut by blunt objects, one of which was oozing yellow fluid, looking very serious.

"Fortunately, I brought medicine..." Elder Tang frowned deeply, taking out a small medical box from his bag to disinfect and treat Jimo Kong’s wounds. Luo Qianqian examined the surroundings, puzzled at why Jimo Kong would be in such an environment.

The furnishings looked extremely chaotic, with the floor in disarray, rubbish and clutter piled together. Yet, in the most conspicuous place in the room, there was a photo of her...

As his wounds were being treated, Jimo Kong slowly regained consciousness. Looking at the two people in front of him, he seemed confused, trembling as he reached out to touch Luo Qianqian’s cheek. "Jin Yuee?"

"Teacher... Grandpa Kong..." Luo Qianqian’s tears finally fell after Jimo Kong spoke, her face full of distress. "I’ll take you to the hospital..."

Elder Tang, upon hearing Luo Qianqian’s words, rolled his eyes directly. Was she undermining his authority? Was his one-on-one service not as reliable as a hospital’s?

How could he feel such an urge to smack this little girl?