Thankfully, Ya Garden was not far from the antique street, and Qin Yanan herself was very light—holding her in his arms felt like nothing at all.
When they returned to Ya Garden, Tang Feng could not feel the slightest bit of fatigue.
Zhang Jicheng was waiting in the store. Seeing someone come in, he subconsciously stood up.
"What's going on with the two of you..."
He saw a strange man carrying a strange woman walk in and was instantly confused.
"Master, it's me." Tang Feng hurriedly responded.
"Tang... Feng?" Zhang Jicheng's face was blank with astonishment.
The voice was indeed that of the treasured apprentice he had just taken in, but the appearance... it couldn't be said to be slightly different; rather, it was completely unrelated.
If this man was Tang Feng, then could this woman possibly be...
Before he could ask, Qin Yanan had already taken the initiative to reveal her identity, "Mr. Zhang, it's me. My foot's twisted, and Tang brought me back."
