When the man took out his keys to open the door, the little lady on the donkey cart stuck her head out.
She glanced at song Qing with her beautiful eyes, then waved at her.
"Come here."
Song qingxiao stood there without moving.
The man's hand touched the top of her head. Perhaps he thought of the woman's previous scolding and thought that his daughter liked the way this little lady dressed.
After all, children were all grown up, and who didn't like to be beautiful?
"Go on."
He picked up the basket on song Qing's back. "We'll be neighbors in the future, so there's no need to be so restrained."
When song qingxiao heard this, she walked in the direction of the donkey cart.
She didn't come here because of the man's orders, but because she guessed that everything was destined.
The voice in the ghost temple in the mountains, the people and things that sent her into this scene, and the words of the voice should be related.
