"Sister Xue, sorry you have to put up with this!"
In Holy Soul Village, Luo Fan created several Wood Clones to help him quickly clean up his home. Seeing Qian Renxue pitch in herself, even helping make his bed, he spoke up.
"What's there to put up with? There aren't many places to stay once you leave Notting City. This is much better than sleeping outdoors!" Qian Renxue said, waving a hand.
"Luo Fan, I heard you were back!"
Just then, a familiar, world-weary voice rang out at Luo Fan's door.
Recognizing the voice, Luo Fan realized Tang Hao had come to find him as soon as he heard the news. He immediately shot Qian Renxue a meaningful glance.
Clever as she was, Qian Renxue naturally guessed who their visitor was when she caught his look.
"Uncle Hao!" Luo Fan called toward the door.
Tang Hao's tall, powerfully built figure stepped through the doorway.
As soon as he entered, his gaze fell on Qian Renxue, who was helping Luo Fan clean.
A young woman in the bloom of youth, with exceptional looks and poise—Luo Fan had actually brought such a stunning beauty home?
More importantly, she was willing to roll up her sleeves and clean alongside him?
It was like bringing a superstar back to your village, only for her to willingly share your hardships without looking down on your poor home.
A girl like this was a rare find indeed.
What on earth does Little San spend all his time doing?
Tang Hao's thoughts turned to his son, Tang San, and he could not help grumbling inwardly.
Little San and Luo Fan were the same age. It was one thing to fall behind Luo Fan in cultivation, but did he have to lag so far behind when it came