"Tang San, you're back!" Qin Chao called out as he stepped through the smithy door.
The moment Tang San saw him, his expression changed.
Although more than four months of blacksmithing had earned him a fair amount in commissions, no contractor could offer a genuinely warm smile to the client. Tang San was no exception.
Tang San looked as though he had swallowed a fly, but Xiao Wu's attitude was the complete opposite.
Because Tang San had been so busy, his relationship with Xiao Wu was nowhere near as close as it had been in the novel. Her suggestion to go home with him had merely been a whim, but seeing Qin Chao here was truly a pleasant surprise.
"Qin Chao, Qin Chao, Qin Chao!" Xiao Wu's eyes lit up. She spread her arms and threw them around him. "You actually know Little San! Are you from this village too? How did you grow so much taller in just a year? Have you gotten any stronger?"
"Sister Xiao Wu, with all those questions at once, which one am I supposed to answer first..." Faced with Xiao Wu's sudden enthusiasm, Qin Chao didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He gently returned her embrace, his eyes brimming with satisfaction.
A beauty, a beauty! I really am a thoroughly ordinary guy. I love this straightforward stuff!
Watching Xiao Wu's enthusiasm, Tang San nearly ground his teeth to pieces.
That fucking Qin Chao! Why did he have to snatch everything away?
First Old Jack, then Uncle Shi San, and now even Xiao Wu looked on him with favor. Why? Just why?!
With resentment rushing to his head, Tang San instinctively reached for the Silent Sleeve Arrow on his wrist, only to find nothing there.
An indescribable sorrow suddenly welled up in Tang San's