Zou Xiaoling thought all night and came up with a place. Although it wasn't entirely safe, she couldn't afford to be picky anymore.
Back when they had rented number seventeen near Osmanthus Town, there were two or three empty houses away from theirs. Well, it wasn't exactly empty; it's just that the owner seemed to always be away helping her son take care of his children, returning only once every half a month. She would come back to clean up, add a bit of life to the place, stay for a night or two, and then leave again.
If they were lucky, they wouldn't run into the homeowner coming back.
They could just borrow their house for a while.
Chiang Baohe was drenched in sweat and his whole body was weak from using the walking stick to get here. He felt like bursting into a stream of curses.
"If you want to draw people over here, just curse," Zou Xiaoling said nonchalantly, effectively shutting up Chiang Baohe.