"Ming'er!"
Su Yuanshan’s heart leaped into his throat, and the tightness in his chest made it difficult to breathe. He snatched the letter from Zhao Yingrong’s hand, his brow glistening with sweat as he read, his hands trembling as he wiped his face repeatedly.
"My poor boy! Husband, you must rescue Ming'er from those bandits!" Zhao Yingrong cried, wringing her hands in distress.
Chapter 24