Cozying up to Someone Powerful

"Mother, I will take a look and then return." Qiao Mu joyously rushed past Wei Ziqin.

Wei Ziqin turned around, a smile on her face. How long has it been since she saw her daughter this happy? Only now did she resemble an energetic child.

As soon as Qiao Mu bounded out of her home, she saw 10-20 carriages stopped outside and a lot of workers unloading boxes one by one from the carriage, temporarily piling them up next to the entrance.

One of the youths in tight-fitting black clothes received Qiao Mu and respectfully bowed. "Little Lord, should we move all the boxes in?"

"Yes. Move it to beside the woodshed." Qiao Mu glanced at the youth and waved her hand.

The villagers were attracted by the large commotion at Qiao Mu's home, and they were circled around the carriages, admiring the snugly shut boxes.