"Of course, that's possible,"
his sister nodded immediately, and the two went to knock on the door of the household they were most familiar with.
"Who is it?"
After a while, someone from the household came out to open the gate.
When the gate was opened, and the person inside saw Lin Caisang and Sui Zimo standing there without even a wooden plank over their heads, they were nearly scared to death.
"Ah, it's you. What brings you to my house?"
After regaining his senses, he looked at the siblings and asked.
"Uncle, these are the experts I've invited from Wuzhu Teahouse. They have come to help us solve the problem of the hailstorm, and, well, they have some questions for you people living in the southern part of the city. Could we talk to you?"
His sister asked the man.
"Wuzhu Teahouse? That Wuzhu Teahouse?"
Upon hearing his sister's words, the man's eyes lit up, and his look towards Lin Caisang and Sui Zimo became eager.
