Ye Ling pulled Liu Yunzhi back into the house, with Zhang Yuhua following behind, ceaselessly wiping away tears.
Inside the house, Wang Shanhu and Liu Yuandong were still closing their eyes with expressions of agony on their faces, clearly in pain.
Although they often went out to sea to fish and were in good shape, they were getting on in years, in their fifties. Having been brutally beaten by more than a dozen strong men was more than they could bear.
"Dad! Uncle! What happened? Who did this to you!"
Ye Ling asked directly, his face ashen with rage. Who the hell had the audacity to do this? What would it have been like if Qiao'er had seen this!
Wang Shanhu and Liu Yuandong opened their eyes and saw that Ye Ling had returned, feeling relieved. Then Liu Yuandong spoke, "It's nothing, it's nothing, Ye, have you brought back the little one's soul?"