Seeing that Zhou Xiaoli had arrived, Yuan Zhengchun stood up and walked out with a smile.
"I knew you could find this place! I was right, hahaha."
Yuan Zhengchun's laughter was vigorous and powerful. He did not seem to be of his age at all.
Zhou Xiaoli walked into the courtyard and said with a smile, "Old man, have you ever thought that the village chief must know where you live? I could have asked him about it."
Yuan Zhengchun stroked his beard and stood under the eaves. He smiled confidently. "No, you won't ask for directions."
"Ah, you trust me so much?"
Yuan Zhengchun laughed again. "No, no. I believe in my own judgment."
"How is it? Have you thought it through?"
Zhou Xiaoli stood in the courtyard with her hands behind her back and asked, "Why do you insist on taking me as your disciple?"
