Just at that moment, the door to Ying Xuetang's room squeaked open. Her face as pale as paper, she stepped out with floating steps, as if a mere gust of wind could blow her over.
The group, who had been sitting in the courtyard whispering among themselves, instantly sprang to their feet as one and hurried over, their faces full of concern.
Bringing up the rear, Li Pingyi curled the corners of his mouth upward and gave a heartfelt thumbs-up.
Chapter 167