Hearing it was the tenant, Mrs. Du's sharp edge in her eyes softened slightly, and her voice also softened somewhat: "Please come inside and have a seat."
Suddenly, she threw the wet club in her hand into the wooden basin with a clatter, splashing a burst of water, and looked at her daughter with a cold face: "Take Little Treasure to the room."
The young girl said nothing and indifferently took the boy into the side room.
Zhao Douan's gaze lingered slightly on this burgeoning young girl, frowned slightly, and then stepped into the main house.
As expected, the true decision-maker was neither Du Ruhui nor definitely the old broker.
The formidable Mrs. Du wiped her hands, strode across the threshold with an imposing demeanor, and sized up Zhao Douan with an unfriendly look and tone: "An outsider?"
