In the courtyard, Lin Gantang invited Xiao Wan to sit down in the leisure area under the parasol.
Xiao Wan swept through the luxurious surroundings of the courtyard and the servants nearby waiting for instructions, and couldn't help but sit up straight.
"No need to be nervous, Uncle Wen isn't at home, and Yanqing is upstairs," Lin Gantang said with a smile, telling him to relax.
Was it about being nervous? It was just that I, a country bumpkin, had never been in a house so fancy, Xiao Wan expressed that he couldn't relax.
"Mr. Wan, here's your drink," a servant gently placed the drink in front of Xiao Wan.
"Thank you, thank you," Xiao Wan thanked him repeatedly.
Lin Gantang's attention had already fallen on the iron cage.
A gray cat was locked in the cage, with a skinny and sunken belly, now lying inside scratching its neck with its hind leg, its neck bare without a collar.
