Chapter 951: Chapter 952: Holding Her Tightly Chapter 951: Chapter 952: Holding Her Tightly ng Xinian’s actions didn’t shock them too much, but Chiang Xiao’s actions left them utterly astonished.
She was just a fifteen-year-old girl!
If she could persevere, if she could be stronger than them, what was there that they couldn’t endure?
So, Chiang Xiao beca their inspiration.
“Run! Whoever loses to Sister-in-law is a big, dumb bear!” soone roared.
Gong Xinhe and Dai Gang had also forgotten when exactly they learned of the relationship between Chiang Xiao and ng Xinian, it turned out not to be Sister-in-law’s sister; it turned out she was Sister-in-law.
But in such a situation, they didn’t even have ti to be shocked. Especially after seeing how seamlessly she worked with ng Xinian, they even felt that she ought to be ng Xinian’s fiancée—she had to be the one, no other woman would do.
When dawn was breaking, they finally ran out of Guan Town.
Two green cars approached them from ahead.
“Officer ng!” Xiao Zhang called out hoarsely.
After relocating people, Director Ye had sent them back in two cars to pick up ng Xinian and the others.
Behind them, the floodwaters were already spreading, and the road by Duke Guan Temple was completely subrged.
The water, like a demon, chased them from behind, almost swallowing them whole.
“Get in!” ng Xinian roared.
The two cars quickly turned around, with everyone rushing over, gritting their teeth, climbing in, tumbling out of the cars, and lying down in the cargo area.
ng Xinian, holding onto Chiang Xiao, hoisted her up.
As soon as Chiang Xiao got in the car, she imdiately turned around and reached out her hand to him.
The car had already started; there could be no more delays.
ng Xinian grabbed her hand, pushed off with his foot, leaped into the car, and pulled her tightly into his arms, hugging her close.
They were soaked through, hair, clothing, socks—everything was drenched with rain and mud, making them almost unrecognizable.
But no one cared about that.
The cars sped out of Guan Town.
Gong Xinhe and the others, seeing ng Xinian and Chiang Xiao clutched tightly together, seed to understand without a word and turned their backs to give them space.
But ng Xinian actually didn’t do anything—he just held the young girl in his arms tightly, unwilling to let go at all.
The county town beca the place of refuge for so many people from Guan Town.
People were transferred to the county town in batches.
Disaster relief efforts continued.
The rooftop gardens had been flooded, and many flowers were battered and scattered.
Chiang Songhai looked at the Golden Callia in the living room and sighed with worry.
“It’s a good thing we brought Little’s favorite flower inside; otherwise, it would surely have been destroyed by the wind and the rain. What’s going on this year? It’s been raining for a week, and it’s only getting heavier. It’s as if soone pierced a hole in the sky, and the rain just won’t stop.”
“Right now, I’m only worried about Xinian.”
“Didn’t we listen to the broadcast this morning? Everyone in Guan Town has been evacuated. I think they should’ve all retreated by now.”
“But what if there are injuries? What if there were accidents? The broadcast didn’t give all the details. I’m still so anxious, worried!”
“Well, that’s true.”
It was only eight in the morning, and there were no problems at ho; the porridge in the kitchen had just been cooked, with a fragrant aroma wafting out.
But in reality, the two old folks hadn’t slept well last night either, worried about ng Xinian.
After learning how serious the situation in Guan Town was, how could they possibly sleep?
As they were discussing, there was the sound of a door opening from outside.
“Could Little be coming back at this ti?”
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