"No."
"Oh, then you're doomed. If you don't rent a room, the landlord won't meet you."
Zhi Yin looked disappointed and was about to shut the door.
"Wait..."
The old man hurriedly reached out to stop her.
"Zhi Yin, don't be rude. Please let the old gentleman in."
Suddenly, Qin Shou's voice floated over.
"Oh."
Zhi Yin acknowledged and opened the door.
"Old man, come in."
The elder let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you, little sister."
Zhi Yin pouted. "Hmph, I'm not little!"
The elder chuckled. He could tell the young maid... or rather, young girl, wasn't intentionally disrespecting her elders. She just didn't even realize she should treat them with deference.
To be precise, this young girl didn't even see him as an elder.
Glancing sideways at the "decorative" Dragon Horn atop Zhi Yin's head, the elder's heart involuntarily trembled.
This thing might actually be real.
...
The living room.
