Qingye pushed away Zhang Qiling, who was holding her tightly, and pulled Zhang Haike up from where he knelt before her. "Let's go. I want to drink the chicken soup Haike made."
Hearing this, Zhang Qiling finally felt his hanging heart settle. He glanced at Zhang Haike. "Alright. We'll go stay at my house at the foot of the mountain for a few days first. I'll stew soup for Qingye, using the chickens I raised myself."
Zhang Qiling firmly grasped Qingye's hand. "I'll go get my things. If Qingqing has anything she needs to take, have Haike help you pack it." Seeing Qingye nod, he glanced at Zhang Haike, then stood up and strode out of the small building; the things he had on him earlier were all left in the other building.
Chapter 491