Gu Xi led Lu Chenyuan back to her small wooden cabin.
She clearly had something she wanted to say to him in private.
The few young people left behind in the courtyard watched the pair's retreating figures walking side-by-side, feeling an inexplicable sense of melancholy, and... a twinge of jealousy.
The next moment, Qi Xiang and the others exchanged a look and immediately swarmed around Lu Shiliu, who had also been left behind.
Lu Shiliu: 'Alright, the son pays for the father's debts. Whose fault is it that my foster father whisked Miss Gu away the moment he arrived?'
"Alright, what do you want to ask?" Lu Shiliu tossed the chickens and ducks in his hands to Da Hong, who had long been eyeing them covetously, and asked with a deadpan expression.
"Who was that man just now?" Qi Xiang asked, getting her question in first.
'Why does that man look so familiar? Did I see him in one of my adoptive father's old photographs when I was a child?'
