When they arrived at the woodhouse on the top, Fengling reached out to knock on the door.
"Mom, I'm back."
A commotion was heard from inside the woodhouse before the wooden door was pushed open. An enchanting, beautiful lady, who carried with her a faint fragrance, appeared before Chen Ziyu. Her features were even more outstanding than Fengling's. They did not look like mother and daughter as they stood side by side. Instead, they appeared more like sisters.
"She is even more lethal," Wang Damang murmured subconsciously.
"Ling, who are they?" Fengling's mother asked in confusion as she stared at Chen Ziyu and his gang.
"Mother, they have meat!" Fengling flaunted the jerky she got earlier in front of her mother's nose.
"Gulp!" Fengling's mother swallowed a mouthful of saliva before she quickly flung the door open.
"Welcome, my precious guests!"
