Zhou Xuennian and his wife were dragged out, but the world did not quiet down, as there were children crying loudly.
Wufu looked over, and saw that it was Zhou Eryong's six-year-old child, wailing in terror as he witnessed his parents being taken away by the Yamen Runners.
Seeing Wufu's gaze, Zhou Xiuer finally snapped out of the shock from the string of calamities and covered her little brother's mouth, looking at her with frightened eyes as her lips trembled, "Wufu…"
Terrifying, this woman before her eyes, was too terrifying.
"Wuu wuu…"
Wufu looked at the siblings expressionlessly, her brow furrowed, just as she was about to give an order, Madam Zhou hurried over.
Seeing Madam Zhou, Zhou Xiuer seemed to have seen a savior, dragging Yongyong quickly out and knelt down before her with a thud, crying and saying, "Auntie, save us."
Wufu's brow raised, her gaze landing on Zhou Xiuer.
