The woman's rough hand pointed towards a few hazy cottages in the distance, and she said, "See that? Just over there."
"Thank you," Beigong Cang replied as he walked in that direction. His pace was much faster than before because Qianning might just be there.
In front of a flat-topped cottage, Sister Chen sat in the shadow of the house, sorting the dried fish in the basket by size into different baskets. This was in preparation for the fishmonger who would come the next day.
And she had seen him from afar, that man. Not just because the man was so out of place in this small village, but also because, when he was asking around, people were pointing at her.
Sister Chen felt an inexplicable panic, as she had never dealt with such a situation before, and she had a feeling that this man had come for Xiao Yu.
"Miss, hello," Beigong Cang greeted as he approached Sister Chen.
