"The mountains?" Zhuang Yuezhou was quite surprised, "What has he gone to the mountains for?"
"Fifty miles away."
While Zhuang Yuezhou was in the midst of his suspicions, suddenly, he heard footsteps, and then he saw his father's figure appear before him.
The old man had returned on his own, with a little girl by his side, who was probably only about eight or nine years old.
Zhuang Yuezhou was startled for a moment and quickly walked over to look at his father, then at the little girl with big eyes filled with confusion and wariness.
The little girl looked frail and thin, and overall very small, with a tiny face and long hair. Aside from her dark skin and old clothes, she was quite tidy.
Seeing him, the girl became a bit wary, and fear and nervousness could be seen in her eyes, but she mustered the courage to say to Zhuang Yuezhou, "Hello, uncle."
