"Who?"
"Zhaodi, it's me, Dai Ling."
"Uncle Ling? Why are you here?"
The one who opened the door was Dai Tu's wife, from the Huang Clan, but she only opened it a crack and didn't invite Dai Ling inside.
After all, her husband wasn't home; it was just her and her son. Even though Dai Ling was a senior relative, it wasn't suitable to let him in late at night.
"Zhaodi, has Dai Tu returned?" Dai Ling understood and stood outside chatting with Huang.
Song shook her head and then sighed, "My husband went to Huai State for exams in mid-January, and he hasn't returned yet. I haven't heard from him at all, which makes me very worried."
"Not back yet? But the provincial exams in the Four States have long passed, and the official exams are in March next year," said Dai Ling.
