"Ji Dago, did you go to the city without bringing me anything?"
Just as Ji Yuan reached his doorstep, a little head poked out from the neighboring courtyard, round-faced, with chubby cheeks, sporting two skyward pigtails.
Looking at this little girl who seemed to have walked out from a New Year's painting, Ji Yuan, despite his cold demeanor, couldn't bring himself to speak harshly.
Before he could utter a word, the little girl was yanked back by someone grabbing her collar.
Soon, a young beautiful woman with a golden hairpin emerged from the courtyard, apologetically bowing slightly towards Ji Yuan and smiling, "Daoist Ji, I'm truly sorry, my daughter is a bit unruly."
The family that had just moved next door consisted of a man named Wen Lin, the woman in front of him was Zhao Yuechan, and the little girl who was just pulled back was Wen Linger.
Ji Yuan chuckled and took out a small box of osmanthus cake from his storage bag.
