"Ji Daorong, did you go to the market and not bring me anything?"
Just as Ji Yuan reached his doorstep, a little head popped out from the neighboring yard—a round-headed, chubby-cheeked girl with pigtails sticking up like antennas.
Looking at this little girl who seemed to have stepped out of a New Year painting, Ji Yuan, despite his aloofness, couldn't bring himself to say anything harsh.
But before he could respond, the little girl was pulled back by someone grabbing her collar.
Soon, a young, beautiful woman adorned with a gold hairpin walked out of the yard. She apologized to Ji Yuan with an embarrassed smile, "Daoist Ji, I'm truly sorry. My daughter is quite mischievous."
The newly moved-in neighbors included a man named Wen Lin, the woman before him was Zhao Yuechan, and the little girl who was just pulled back was Wen Linger.
Ji Yuan smiled and took out a small box of osmanthus cake from his storage bag.
