After the initial shock, the three of them dared not delay and quickly turned around to run. Once they were out of Quanzhou Port, they saw vehicles outside for hire.
There were horse-drawn carriages, ox carts, and donkey carts, some open and some with compartments.
Yang Ruxin went over to rent a carriage with a compartment: "To Santong Lanes."
"Madam, are you here for sightseeing?" The coachman, a man in his forties, seemed quite chatty.
"Visiting relatives," Yang Ruxin smiled.
"The houses in Santong Lanes are all of wealthy families." The coachman flicked the reins. "May I know which family you are visiting?"
"The Du Family."
"Is it the family of the benevolent Du?" The coachman paused.
