Xia Wenjin's mouth twitched, and she turned over and got off the couch.
The door opened, and as expected, Bai Feichen stood in front of it.
He was clearly by the window just before!
With such ghostly skills, Xia Wenjin was no longer surprised.
In the backyard, there were only people from Haotian Village, but in the middle of the courtyard, a young man dressed in ordinary clothes and shoes, hair tied with a wooden hairpin, stood like a sturdy bamboo. He looked extremely handsome with tightly furrowed brows, exuding a sense of stubborn pride.
Yuan Gang yelled, "Which brat is cursing at our... master?"
Xia Wenjin had always dressed as a man, and Yuan Gang, though rough, was attentive enough to speak with ambiguity, not revealing her identity.
