Wuhu Earning Bird Food

"Uncle Han!"

Cheng Qingxue's voice came from outside the house. Uncle Han turned around and looked at the unlatched door. He said to the woman, "Second Miss is here."

The woman took the veiled bamboo hat on the table and put it on. "I'll leave first."

Uncle Han cupped his hands and bowed. "Goodbye, Emissary."

The woman left through the back door and Cheng Qingxue entered through the front door.

"Uncle Han!"

"Ah, Second Miss is here."

Uncle Han smiled and invited her into the house to sit down. He made her a cup of tea and took her favorite preserved fruit.

Uncle Han smelled the medicine and asked with concern, "Second Miss, are you injured?"

At the mention of this, Cheng Qingxue was furious.

Scowling, she took off her veil, revealing her swollen cheek.

Uncle Han frowned. "What's going on? It looks like a whip injury… Did Second Miss accidentally hurt yourself while practicing martial arts?"