The house was fronted by a yard, and the courtyard door was half-open, not fully closed.
Yang Hong's face was filled with excitement as she quickly pushed open the courtyard door and trembled with emotion as she said, "Dad, I'm back."
Upon hearing her voice, a group of people dressed plainly, likely all nearby villagers, suddenly rushed out from the inner room.
"Uncle, Second Uncle, Third Aunt..." Yang Hong walked up to them and greeted them warmly.
"You're Second Miss!" the honest-looking middle-aged man leading them said excitedly after scrutinizing her for quite some time.
Now that the spots had vanished from Yang Hong's face, and she looked much softer and more beautiful than before, it's no wonder he didn't recognize her at first.
"Second Miss really is becoming more and more radiant; she's so beautiful!"
"Yeah, such fair and tender skin, it's so much better than my own daughter's!"
The aunts all began to chime in around her.