Even more surprising was the fact that he was actually wearing wooden clogs on his feet. The clogs were finely made, not at all crude like those of rural farmers, but instead exuded an air of casual abandon.
Luo Huiniang, having been caught speaking ill of the old residence, hurriedly explained, "Uncle, please don't be angry, these are just rumors in the town, not sure if they are true… I didn't mean to say that your residence is unlucky."
Back in her hometown, if anyone dared to say that someone's home was haunted, they would be beaten up.
Master Xia looked up with a smile and remarked, "This young girl is genuinely simple and charming, not bad."
Then turned his gaze to Gu Jinli, appraising her: "You're not bad either."
Her features were steady with conviction, and her lively eyes brimmed with vitality, blending the composure of an adult with the cleverness of a young girl.
"Hello, Master Xia," Gu Jinli greeted Master Xia along with Luo Huiniang.
