"Sis, Mr. Zhao from Three Yellow Hall seems to have run into something strange!"
At noon, Du Yueyao hurried back home and came in looking for Uncle Li, stepping into the backyard, where she saw Lu Zheng lounging on a chair, and Liu Qingyan and Shen Ying playing chess under the persimmon tree.
In an instant, Du Yueyao felt completely taken aback.
She took a deep breath, silently told herself "I love studying medicine" ten times, and managed to calm her nearly frenzied emotions.
"Oh?"
Lu Zheng's eyes lit up, and Liu Qingyan also looked up and said, "I just saw that Landlord Zhao's face didn't look right; something unexpected must have happened."
"Just saw?" Du Yueyao blinked, feeling a bit puzzled.
Liu Qingyan blushed, realizing she had accidentally revealed the earlier spying.
"Ahem!" Lu Zheng coughed twice, interrupting Du Yueyao's question, couldn't let her find out about their antics this morning, "What's wrong with Landlord Zhao, did you find anything?"
