Yu Qingge looked at Yang Ruxin's backpack, her eyes shining brightly. She dared to conclude that this elder sister not only traveled through time, but definitely had some sort of superpower, just like those mysterious spaces in novels. Unfortunately, she had asked before, and Ruxin didn't directly admit it. But it didn't matter if she didn't admit it, as long as she knew.
"No more, just one." Yang Ruxin patted the backpack.
Wei Yao didn't think much of it. Isn't it just a pear? She also kept some of her favorite snacks in her purse, it's just that Xinxin's backpack was larger.
Upon returning to the General Residence, just after getting off the carriage, they saw an old man sitting next to the stone lion at the main gate. His whole body was in a dirty, colorless Taoist robe, with even messier facial hair, and he was continuously rubbing the dirt off his arms.
