After saying goodbye to the little guy halfway, Shen Qinglan headed straight to the family with the elm tree.
It was already dinner time, and every household on this road was emitting thin cooking smoke, including the one with the elm tree in front.
Shen Qinglan stopped outside the courtyard gate, her usual blank and cold expression had turned extremely icy, even with a hint of killing intent.
She pushed the door open and walked in slowly.
"Who are you?"
As soon as Shen Qinglan entered the Zhou Family courtyard, a woman in her twenties, face covered with wall ash (actually flour), stood with hands on hips, glaring at her.
"Xiaoqing, what are you doing there? Who has come?"
A young man in his twenties with somewhat dark skin walked out.
Shen Qinglan said coldly, "Is this Zhou Bo's home?"
The two people in front were both taken aback, and the young man frowned, "Are you looking for me?"
Shen Qinglan squinted her eyes, "You're Zhou Bo?"
The young man nodded.
