For some reason, Su Ziyan suddenly turned around and shouted to Qin Yu, "Qin Yu, come back!"
His wife's words warmed Qin Yu's heart and with a whoosh, he darted back, looking at Su Ziyan with a face full of eagerness to please.
"Good that you're back! Good that you're back! Miss, I've prepared the fire basin for you, hurry and step over it to ward off the bad luck."
Mrs. Zhang let go of Su Ziyan and quickly rushed into the living room, bringing out the fire basin that had been prepared earlier.
Mrs. Zhang placed the fire basin on the steps and with a whoosh, she lit the fire basin with a lighter.
"Miss, please."
"Hmm!"
Su Ziyan nodded and decisively lifted her leg over the fire basin, hoping to bid farewell to misfortune from then on.
"Son-in-law, you should also step over a fire basin to rid yourself of bad luck."
Qin Yu had successfully rescued Su Ziyan, and Mrs. Zhang's fondness for him grew, affectionately grabbing his arm.
