An Ning walked over to the bench nearby, sat down, and with a half-smile said, "The hero has guessed wrongly. Although this house is well built, it has been here for quite a few years. It was established by my late father. Now, being able to eat and drink to our satisfaction is already a blessing, so we have no choice but to treat the hero a bit less hospitably."
Mu Yi's heart sank.
Her late father, why would the young lady say this?
Their master is clearly alive and well.
However, soon Mu Yi understood.
Years ago, the master left without a word, carrying the young master, while the young lady was merely a month old. Madam Yan was a woman, so it's understandable that without finding the master, she would believe that something had happened to him and that he was no longer among the living.
"I see," Mu Yi looked at An Dafu next to him, "I originally thought that this brother was the young lady's father, but it seems not to be the case!"
