"Wait a moment,"
An Jing replied with a robust voice that resonated through the wind and snow, causing the collectors from the Linlang Commerce Chamber outside to pause. They could tell that An Jing was a martial artist, so the originally arrogant tone of their voices softened somewhat.
However, they were still brazen, loudly saying, "Then hurry up, don't dawdle!"
With that, the voices at the door grew distant as they apparently skipped over An Jing's home for now, moving on to the next few houses to collect money.
"What do you plan to do?" Bai Qinghan asked, and An Jing, who had just found his mother and was in quite a good mood, said tolerantly, "They're just uncouth bumpkins with no home training. I won't stoop to their level. Let's first ask my mother about the specifics of her situation."
After speaking, the two of them got up and went outside.
"Mother, what's going on?"
