"Dad!"
When she saw Yang Zhengshan, the little girl could no longer hold back the grievance and fear in her heart. She ran over, wanting to hug him.
But when she came in front of Yang Zhengshan, she stopped again.
A grown daughter should avoid her father. She was already twelve, no longer a little girl.
Yang Zhengshan crouched down, held her by the shoulders, and looked her up and down. Seeing that she was completely unharmed, he finally set his heart at ease.
"Dad's here. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!"
Yang Zhengshan pulled her into his arms and comforted her softly.
Twelve years old—still just an elementary school student, that was all.
"Dad, I'm not afraid!"
Feeling the warmth of his embrace, her cheek brushed by his long beard, the trace of fear in Yang Yunxue's heart vanished in an instant, replaced by a heart full of warmth.
Only after seeing that her eyes were clear and bright and her expression was as usual did Yang Zhengshan stand up.
"What happened?" he asked Wu Hai.
Wu Hai hurried forward to report, "When this lowly one went over, the Lin Family's third young master was bandaging the wound on his forehead. Young Miss had been locked in a side room."
Speaking of which, it was a long story, but in truth, less than half an hour had passed since Yang Yunxue had been seized.
Though that young nobleman wished he could flay Yang Yunxue's skin off, his forehead was injured after all, and his leg had taken a bad fall too. So after coming back, he had first gone to find a doctor and had not had time to do anything to Yang Yunxue at all.
Yang Zhengshan nodded. "Break his four limbs and throw him to the Garrison