A Time To Lay Low

But Yang Yiting, whom Meng Yuan was thinking about, was very disturbed in Shuangxi Village at this time.

"God Doctor, God Doctor, are you at home?" A voice like a magic voice sounded in the air.

Yang Yiting, who was helping Mistress Gu to cook together in the kitchen, frowned and sighed inwardly.

She wanted to pretend she didn't hear it, but the voice outside the house kept coming, and finally Mistress Gu couldn't listen anymore. She smiled helplessly at Yang Yiting, put down her working utensils, walked out of the kitchen, and opened the courtyard door.

Outside the door, there was a young man with rather delicate facial features, but his hair was messy and his clothes were extremely casual, making him look a bit sloppy.

Seeing Mistress Gu, the young man grinned, showing two rows of white teeth, and asked, "Sweet senior sister, is Doctor Xie here?"