The sky was sprinkling with a light rain.
Under an umbrella, Wu Heng, Basen, and Bawudong were walking on a quiet path.
They arrived at the residence of 'Wen Mansha', where no one was seen at the front door.
Normally, there would be underlings guarding around the clock.
In this kind of weather, no one wants to stay outside as a doorman.
They were more than happy to go back and take shelter.
They pushed open the door, entered the courtyard and then the room.
As soon as the door was opened, a figure wearing a low-cut silk dress pounced right at them.
Wu Heng hugged her, his hand sinking into a soft and warm sensation.
"Master!" Wen Mansha softly exclaimed.
After what happened last time, she seemed to have become more uninhibited.
"Dressed so lightly, aren't you afraid of catching a chill?" Wu Heng asked, hugging her and closing the door with his foot.
