And that man, wasn't he the very Shen Dajun standing before her now?
Lin Yuan watched Shen Dajun's resolute departing figure and then saw Panpan's anxious little face turn red with urgency, knowing for sure that neither of them had known she was the woman who had come to their aid with a drawn sword that day. Thinking of Panpan's recent mention of carrying hemp sacks to the leaking Land Temple where they lived, Lin Yuan couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the man.
"Panpan, why don't you let him stay here? It just so happens I need a strong man to chop firewood. However, we at Fuman Building need a lot of firewood, and there's a lot of work to do every day. I wonder if this brother can keep up?"
Upon hearing Lin Yuan's words, Panpan, while clutching Shen Dajun's sleeve tightly, nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, Brother Shen is very strong. Chopping wood is a piece of cake for him, he can definitely do it! Right, Brother Shen?"
