Qin Hao expressed his gratitude repeatedly, and after the white-haired elder finished speaking, he paid them no further attention and went straight back to the central hall. His attitude was completely one of ignoring, indifferent to Qin Hao. However, Qin Hao didn't mind too much. The fact that the elder was willing to shelter him at this moment was already a huge blessing.
He pushed open the door to the side room and took a look inside. Although no one lived there, the room was still spotless. The small side room contained nothing but a bed, a table, and a chair.
All the furniture was old, but upon closer inspection, Qin Hao was surprised to find that the seemingly unremarkable old table and chair were made of Huanghuali wood. Judging by their patina and color, they had at least a hundred years of history.
The bed was covered with a blue-green quilt, all very clean. After taking a look around, Qin Hao was even more satisfied with this temporary shelter.
