Although it was already the twenty-eighth of December (lunar calendar) and New Year was just two days away, many restaurants in the town were still open, their red lanterns hanging outside, making for a festive and joyful atmosphere.
However, their own tavern was deserted, with shut doors. Of utmost concern was the red, carved main door locked with an iron lock. It was chipped and kicked, with damage marks scattered all over.
"Emperor Bodhisattva, what happened?"
Lady Du was bewildered when she stepped down from the carriage and saw the damaged door. She couldn't help shedding tears, "Who committed this offense?"
Mu Zhongqing also walked over and inspected the titling and damaged carved door. He couldn't help asking in a deep voice, "Wei'er, have you offended anyone?"
Cai Wei lowered her eyes; a cold light flashed in them. For some matters, she was more than enough to handle on her own and didn't want her parents to worry.
