As soon as he entered the house, the ring was blocked and the scoop was empty. The mottled mud walls were covered with cracks. The haystack roof was still wet. The room was dim, damp and stuffy. Wang Lang smiled awkwardly and hurriedly opened the window. The evening breeze gradually dissipated the moisture inside the house.

Wang brought a cup of tea and said, "The family is poor, but there is nothing to be treated. There is only some fruit tea. I hope Mr. Xiao will not dislike it."

Xiao Shu took the tea and there were three red dried fruits floating inside. The tea was clear and red, and the fruity fragrance was so good. After a little drink, it was sweet and sour. People like Xiao Shu who don’t understand tea at all also think it tastes good.

"Young Master Xiao, wait..." The voice went from far to near, and Old He looked like a dog-skin plaster, and he couldn't even shake it off. He came uninvited to enter Wang Lang's house.

"What else?" Xiao Shu had a chance of having a good impression of Mr. He.

After about ten minutes, Xiao Shu looked around carefully before he was truly sure that there was no one. Although he did not fully believe the girl's words, based on what he saw and heard in the past two days, he had a bad premonition in his heart. If the guess was true, then Wang Lang and his wife were truly in danger at this moment and might die at any time.
Chapter completed!