In Yu Xiuxiu's impression, Yu Ying never chatted with the women in the village. In fashionable terms, she was a bit cold. Her daily life was just dazed.

Sure enough, when she walked out of the room, she did not go to the yard to join in the fun, but walked towards Yu Jiazhou and Huo Zhongnan who were hanging lanterns.

After a while, he suddenly spoke.

"Young man, what's your last name?"

Huo Zhongnan turned around and looked at her quietly.

The black cat stole a crucian carp from somewhere and happened to fly over from the windowsill.

Huo Zhongnan did not move, but Yu Ying was so scared that he took a step back.

She looked at Huo Zhongnan's eyes and was extremely uneasy.

"Do you know Zhao Xian?"

The warmth in the yard was a little low, and Huo Zhongnan watched the two white hairs on her temples fly in the wind.

He slowly picked up a lantern, turned his back and gently tied it to the branches of the osmanthus tree.

“Don’t know.”

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Chapter completed!