On the other side, Chen Ziyang had already arrived at the construction site.
After arranging some matters at the site, Chen Ziyang returned to his temporary office to rest.
By noon, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy came to the site.
"Hello, are you Chen Ziyang?"
"Young lad, are you looking for me?"
"It's not me who is looking for you, it's Grandma who wants to invite you over."
"Grandma?"
Chen Ziyang thought of the girl with an aura of a fairy.
Until now, Chen Ziyang couldn't fathom who this girl really was, why the villagers respected her so much, and why at her age, she was called Grandma.
What concerned Chen Ziyang most was that he always felt like this Grandma seemed to know him.
"Alright, I'll come right away."
Carrying various curiosities, Chen Ziyang then arrived at the midway up the Spirit Mountain.
It was still that thatched cottage, with wisps of smoke coming out of the chimney.
