Lin Qinyue: "..."
"Your sister..."
Luo Yonghao looked even more confused and instinctively replied:
"I don't have a sister... Miss Lin, did you remember wrong?"
"Xing Anlin does have a younger sister. She's in Hang City, and she's built like a tank..."
Lin Qinyue: "..."
"Fine, go tend your crops."
"Sure thing. Just call me if you need anything, Miss." Luo Yonghao responded quickly this time, his bald head swiftly retracting into the Desecration Demon Grotto and disappearing.
Lin Qinyue was left alone before the fireplace with a headache.
But it did not last long.
Three seconds later, the conflicted expression on Lin Qinyue's face abruptly relaxed, and she became completely indifferent.
"Ah, why am I worrying about all that?"
"That bastard Lu Li only told me to follow the plan. He never said I absolutely had to complete the mission."
"Besides, that big shell doesn't want to enter the Desecration Demon Grotto to take shelter. There's nothing I can do to change its mind."
"Whatever. As long as I guard my own little patch of land, that's enough."
Having consoled herself, Lin Qinyue picked up the sweet potato from the bowl again, leaned forward, and held it over the fire to roast.
Things had already come to this.
Might as well eat first.
The flickering firelight in the hearth baked her cheeks hot, gradually driving away the chill and gloom brought on by fear.
The skin of the sweet potato closest to the flames had already turned slightly black.
Lin Qinyue carefully rotated the iron skewer stuck through the sweet potato, trying to heat it as evenly as possible so that no part would burn.
Before long, the fully heated sweet potato skin gradually began to crack.
As the skewer turned, the ash clinging to it fluttered down, exposing