Hua Xiaomai widened her eyes at Meng Yuhuai, feeling even more perplexed, tilted her head, and gave him a smile, "That's strange, why have you come back so early today? You said I didn't need to take care of it, could it be... Whatever Scholar Wen went out to do earlier, wasn't related to my shop?"
Meng Yuhuai had just made a round through the village, fully aware that the chances were slim, yet he still carefully inspected every nook and cranny, and sure enough, didn't find a trace of Tang Maolin. Although he was usually composed, he couldn't help but feel a hint of uneasy apprehension. He didn't answer Hua Xiaomai's question, but instead glanced towards the garden, "Where is mother?"
Hua Xiaomai didn't even need to think, "I just went to the village with mother to buy some fresh goods, preparing to make New Year's merchandise. Mother said she wanted to bring them home first to store everything properly, so..."
