The rustling of leaves, the sound of the wind.
This place must rarely see the living, the air seemed almost stagnant for a moment.
Lin Nianhe silently took a step back, fear at its peak in her voice, still with a hint of suppressed trembling, "Sis... I, I think I won't buy it after all..."
As she spoke, she shuffled back another two steps.
Zheng Lirong glared fiercely at the man sitting in the center of the courtyard, then grabbed Lin Nianhe's hand and said, "Don't be afraid, we've got nothing to do with the affairs of these masters, come on, follow me inside."
Without a care, she dragged Lin Nianhe through the courtyard as if to challenge the man.
A flash of irritation crossed Bai Bo's eyes.
But he quickly put on a smiling face, ingratiatingly saying, "Wife, put the stuff down, I'll have Laosan cook lunch."
"Hmph." Zheng Lirong ignored Bai Bo's attempt to ingratiate himself and continued straight ahead without glancing aside.
