C82 He Was Reduced to the Top of the Furnace

Yang Xiu nodded. "I see! Then there's nothing out of the ordinary."

Despite the conversation, Yang Xiu remained evasive about his identity, speaking in vague terms with the white-haired woman.

Xuan Bing stood in the courtyard, her gaze fixed on the peach tree, her heart heavy with emotion. Her foster mother had raised her from a young age, and she felt an immense debt of gratitude