Jiang Changhai was no longer afraid. When he first encountered the robbers, he was indeed nervous and scared, but after hiding for one night, he had calmed down.
He ran fast, and even if the robbers wanted to catch someone, they couldn't catch up with him. He had left the two masters at the factory far behind.
But knowing that his daughter and wife were frightened, he coaxed them, "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you two. If we don't need money, I won't go."
Meaning, if they needed money, he would still go.
Jiang Mianmian and Su Wanyu were not so easily swayed, but seeing his weary expression and wrinkled clothes, they didn't care about it.
"Brother Hai, change your clothes and get some good sleep," Wanyu said.
"It's fine, it's not early anymore. Let's go out to eat, and I'll sleep when I get back home. Tomorrow, I'll sell these items for money and then we can buy a house." Mentioning buying a house, the fatigue on Jiang Changhai's face lessened a lot.
