"Hehe, little brother, you've got some strength."
Li Dashan chuckled, looking at Mu Fan's tall stature, long legs, and the smooth contours of his arm muscles, and blurted out subconsciously, "You must be a good hunter."
"Senior Brother Mu."
Lin Qingluo smiled, "The Qilian Mountain Range is a land of geomantic treasure; there are all sorts of animals running in the mountains and swimming in the water. It would be a pity not to go hunting there."
A gentle and soft "Senior Brother Mu" made Mu Fan's heart tremble, and a suspicious blush rose to his ears.
"Hmm."
He exhaled a shallow breath from his nostrils, and looked at the beautiful scenery surrounding them. A familiar feeling rushed over him, making his heartbeat quicken.
"Young lady, it's cold outside. Let's discuss this back home."
As the year-end approached, Grandma Liu couldn't bear seeing the young lady standing in the cold, so she picked up the wooden basin and headed home.
"Grandma, let me carry it."
