Qin Yao was just about to ask Da Lang to go again, to test his potential.
There was a "knock, knock, knock" at the direction of the main door.
The "fight" today had to be put on hold temporarily.
Liu Ji had just gone out, Qin Yao told the four youngsters to go back to the room to wipe their sweat, "The wind is strong, don't catch a cold."
Seeing them enter the shower room, which was also a washroom, a long rope was nailed to the wall, with each of their face towels hanging on it, for personal use.
Only then did Qin Yao throw the firewood stick in her hand back onto the woodpile and went to open the door.
At the door stood a small, thin old man, his hair already gray, holding the rein of a donkey, upon seeing Qin Yao he asked:
"Is this the Liu San and Liu Ji's house?"
Qin Yao nodded, "Yes, who are you looking for, sir?"
"Then you must be Miss Qin?" the old man asked confidently.
Qin Yao nodded again, "I am."
