1785 The Old House of the Zhai Family

"You can lead the way. I'll follow you." Seeing that the landlady was walking quickly, Qiao Nan sped up as well.

When she saw the strange roads become more familiar as well as the surname Zhai, Qiao Nan's heart beat rapidly. "Landlady, you would like me to take care of this family?"

The landlady slapped her forehead. "Oh, right. I'm such a fool. You're from Ping Cheng. You should know what kind of big shots come from Ping Cheng. It's okay for you to know about this matter. Don't share this with others. Yes, it's that big shot from your Ping Cheng. As such, you must do me this favor. Nothing can go wrong. My son is a soldier under him."

After getting an affirmative answer, Qiao Nan didn't know if she should laugh or cry. She was already trying her best to distinguish between dream and reality. She wanted to separate everything in her dream from reality so that she wouldn't be immersed in the dream world and get stuck.