Lin Yuan gestured to her older sister to gently open the door while she herself held the hoe up high.
The door opened little by little.
"Ah!"
When Xia Zheng's face appeared at the doorway, Lin Yuan suddenly felt as if her strength had left her and she dropped the hoe from above her head to the ground. What was happening? Was she still not awake from her dream? How did that pig-faced man end up at her doorstep this time?
Xia Zheng looked at her stunned, even ghost-like expression, his face darkened, hands on his hips, he huffed, "You wretch! Why do you always look like that when you see me? Do I owe you money?"
Lin Yuan was obviously still not back to her senses from the dream about the pig's hoof covered in black bristles, she looked over at Lin Wei, who had already put down her stick, and asked stammeringly, "Older sister, am I, am I dreaming? Why am I seeing this guy again?"
