"Oh, I'm sorry to bother you." Bai Ruozhu felt disappointed, politely said a few words, and prepared to leave.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Yichun grabbed her hand and gave her a look, Bai Ruozhu followed his gaze and noticed an old lady sitting a bit further inside, washing dishes. At the moment, her head was lowered, her shoulders tense, seemingly very nervous.
Bai Ruozhu couldn't see her expression, but Jiang Yichun certainly did; this old lady seemed to know something!
She approached the old lady and, speaking in Fusang Language, said, "Whose family doesn't have a daughter? A good girl just disappears like that, her parents must be frantic. Anyone with children cannot bear to see such a thing."
The old lady's hand slipped, and the bowl she was holding fell with a crash into the basin below, hitting the other bowls inside, making a sharp clattering sound.
The old man was startled, looking at the old lady, asked, "Old partner, what's wrong with you?"
