Whistle lightly coughed and said, "Sister Tan... Miss Ning is a guest of our merchant team. Now that the inns outside are full, we would like to borrow a place to stay at your residence. Is there a vacant room available?" Speaking with women always made him feel awkward. Ning Xiaoxian thought, am I not a woman? Why don't you feel embarrassed talking to me?
"There is. Just move in." The woman surnamed Tan quickly agreed and opened the door to welcome them in.
After a brief conversation, Ning Xiaoxian learned that Sister Tan's name was Qinghe. She had been widowed several years ago and lived with her young son in her deceased husband's house. Whistle had stayed at her house two years ago when he passed by this place alone.
