Sending away ghouls was Xie Qiao's job, so no matter how tired she was, she would not complain.
What she should do, she had to do well. The customers were tolerant, but she could not indulge herself because of their tolerance.
Rubbing her eyes, she got up and went to get a brush and paper. She invited the Baili family members to line up and register their wishes one by one.
Baili Ji was both happy and worried when he saw how diligent she was.
There were still five days left for the Winter Clothes Festival, so she could more or less settle some wishes.
Xie Qiao was so respectful, so the Baili family members did not casually say a wish to fool her. They all thought carefully.
Their wishes were actually quite simple.
Some wanted to find the last book they read before they died, hoping to finish it so that they would not keep thinking about it.
Some of them wanted her to go to the mausoleum of the previous Emperor and scold him.
