Seeing this scene, Qian Xing breathed a sigh of relief. Since he was able to scare her, she was definitely not a thief; if she were, she would have surely taken off running the instant he raised his voice.
Now he was even more certain of his guess—this must be someone's daughter-in-law who had been wronged, thinking there was no one at home, she was secretly wiping her tears here.
Qian Xing was quite upright himself; he didn't harbor any bad intentions after seeing the woman in white, only a bit puzzled why she would appear in his home.
"Who are you? Why are you in my home? Have you been wronged? Is that why you've come here?" Qian Xing took a few steps toward the woman but stopped five or six steps away to avoid any misunderstanding, and in one breath, he asked several questions.
Whimper...
After her initial startle, the woman began to sob softly again, as if Qian Xing's questions reminded her of something sad.