"Yes, young brother, come live with us, it's a good opportunity to introduce you to a few friends," the old man nodded and invited warmly.
"Since that's the case, then I'll trouble you both," Zhiyan nodded and said politely.
"What trouble is there to talk about? My life was saved by you, if we keep being polite, we'll be embarrassed," the old man waved his hand, and Yang Xinxin sent over a dissatisfied glance, was such a small matter even worth mentioning as a trouble?
Fengcheng was divided into different areas according to geographical location, and the place where Yang Xinxin and her father lived was called the Mercenary Residential Area, a gathering place for many mercenaries. It was away from the center of town, with low rent, most suitable for mercenaries to live in.
