"… Brother!"
Xiaoguo's pupils reflected the scene of the hoe falling beside her.
In the end, it landed with a cloud of dust at her feet. The sharp edge of the hoe had gotten embedded in the ground just inches away from her feet.
Xiaoguo hugged Zhuang Zhuang, who was buried in her arms, and was completely shocked. She stared blankly at Qin Anming.
She really thought that she was going to die. Her heart almost stopped beating in that instant.
"Ahem, Xiaoguo? Zhuang Zhuang! You're back!!"
A look of joy appeared on Qin Anming's pale face. He sized up Xiaoguo and Zhuang Zhuang with concern in his eyes. "Let's go. Cough, cough. Let's go home."
Xiaoguo looked at Qin Anming, who was sweating profusely. He was swaying as he walked—it seemed like he had used all his strength to throw the hoe earlier.