Before long, Lin Chen followed Fang Qianqian to her residence.
Upon entering the house, a faint fragrance wafted towards him.
It emanated from the incense lit upon the side table, filling the air in the room.
The scent entering one's nose brought a sense of immense comfort, as if all fatigue had vanished.
"This incense is painstakingly searched for by my father, reputedly having great benefits for resting."
Fang Qianqian slowly spoke, a hint of dimness on her face; were it not for her, the Fang family would not have fallen into its present state.
"It seems Fang Clan Leader is very fond of you." Lin Chen responded.
"Indeed, otherwise, I would have long been dead. The recent venture into the mountains was for treasure hunting, all for my sake. Fortunately, nothing major happened there, or I'd truly be a sinner."
Fang Qianqian laughed self-deprecatingly, keeping many matters to herself, burying them deep within rather than showing on her face.
