"Sister Xuehua, if you can come to terms with it, that's great; otherwise, I'd feel really guilty," Xia Xiao was truly relieved at that moment, and she swore never to play matchmaker again.
"Let's go, what's the use in thinking too much about it?" Yang Xuehua stood up, ready to return.
Suddenly, Ning Hui ran over quickly, "Yang Xuehua."
Seeing Ning Hui so anxious and calling out, Xia Xiao asked, "Ning Hui, what do you want with Sister Xuehua?"
It wasn't strange that Xia Xiao was on guard; she was simply worried that Ning Hui might see Yang Xuehua as a rival and create trouble.
"I'm not looking for you," Ning Hui took a breath, told Xia Xiao and then said, "Yang Xuehua, you're in trouble."
A chill ran down Xia Xiao's spine as Yang Xuehua asked, "What trouble am I in?" Yang Xuehua was a bit puzzled at that time.
"People from above are here. When I went over just now, I heard that your parents might have fled the country. They want you to go over for an investigation."
