The opulent Jiang villa was shrouded in an eerie silence, the calm before the impending storm. Xia Xingxing trembled violently, her eyes wide and haunted as the adrenaline from the earlier attack slowly began to ebb. Beside her, Mrs. Xia's face was etched with lines of fear and concern, her thoughts undoubtedly consumed by the realization that her daughter had narrowly escaped the same fate as her late husband at the hands of their tormentors.
Feng Ruoxi's jaw tightened as she regarded the terrified mother and daughter, her heart aching for the pain and anguish they had endured. "You two should go and rest," she murmured, her voice laced with a steely undercurrent of promise that sent a shiver racing down Xia Xingxing's spine. "You're safe here, I swear it."