Tang Xin panted heavily as she said, "Sister Yanyan, someone came to our house, claiming to be an underling of Sir Xiao, specifically looking for you. You should hurry back!"
Upon hearing this, Mo Yan handed the wooden bucket to Tang Xin, "I'll go back first. Take this fish home, clean it, cut it into pieces and pickle it."
"Alright, leave this to me. Sister Yanyan, hurry back!" Tang Xin took the fish bucket and urged.
Mo Yan hurried back home, only to see a tall and burly man standing in the hall. The man's back was turned to her, she couldn't see his face clearly, but just his silhouette alone exerted an immense pressure.
Hearing the noise behind him, the man turned around, his features deep-set, his contour sharp, looking somewhat out of the ordinary. His piercing gaze sized up Mo Yan from head to toe and then he suddenly approached Mo Yan, greeting her with a fist salute, "I've seen the Lady!"
Lady…Lady?
