"Please come in," Sun Fengying enthusiastically invited Shi Lingmeng and her companions, "I knew you would have guests coming, and I've been looking forward to your visit. The rooms are ready, all clean and tidy. Feel free to settle in."
The door was wide open, and two other people inside the house came into view— a father and son sawing wood, Qu Zhicheng and Qu Yiyang.
They both looked up, smiled at the crowd, and put down their work.
"Yangyang, go and pour some hot water for the guests," Qu Zhicheng patted Qu Yiyang on the shoulder.
Qu Yiyang, in his early twenties, had ordinary looks, resembling his parents quite a bit. Hearing this, he hurriedly glanced at everyone and quickly went inside.
