When Yin Xun walked over, she saw a middle-aged woman in her forties standing at the door. She had one hand on her hip and the other pointing at the door in front of her as she cursed. However, although her tone was fierce, Yin Xun could sense that this woman did not have any ill intentions.
The woman spoke a lot in one breath. After a while, the door in front of her slowly opened and a disheveled man in ragged clothes walked out. It seemed that this was Mi Jin.
Mi Jin's skin was pale, almost bloodless. It was hard to tell how long it had been since he had taken care of himself. His hair was long, like a bird's nest, and he was wearing white house clothes. However, although he was messy overall, he was not dirty. His clothes were clean.
