C180 Yeh Ying Was Shy

Hua Xiangxue pulled Jiaojiao and Hua Xianglun back, her face turning pale. Right now, Old Ma was fetching water not far away, and even if they called for him, he probably wouldn't make it in time.

Two men dressed in black, wielding long swords, appeared, looking just like those who had intercepted the carriage earlier. They were all part of the same gang.

"Miss," Jiaojiao said