He immediately went to call for backup, shouting, "Brother Ling, come out for a moment."
Ling Yin, wearing an apron, strode out. Hua Hua had already opened the door. Ling Yin looked at the townsfolk and smiled pleasantly, "Is there something you need, ladies?"
"Who are you people?"
Ling Yin pulled Hua Hua closer, "Perhaps you ladies don't recognize us. This used to be the home of a granduncle of mine. I lived here when I was a child, and I bought this house a few years back."
He didn't mention that Hua Hua was the real owner of the house, after all, back then Uncle Yuan had ended up poorly due to his crimes, and when people in this town mentioned the Yuan family, they felt a bit of unease.
The few townsfolk listened to their explanation, chatted with some doubt, and left amicably.
Hua Hua touched his nose, "Feels like being a thief."
"Simple folk, I guess."
