"Little girl..." Looking at the little girl in front of her, dressed in coarse burlap clothes, Old Madam Du couldn't associate her with the Nine Heavens Pavilion at all. A hint of arrogance appeared on her face, "What are you doing here all by yourself?" She couldn't help but be curious about the silver tied to the fishing rod in Luo Qianqian's hand.
"If your eyesight is poor, you should see a doctor more often." Luo Qianqian calmly glanced at Old Madam Du and then closed her eyes.
Old Madam Du's eyes flared with anger, yet she had to remain composed. After all, Old Chen had been with the Du Family for decades; there was no reason for him to lie. And this little girl, who appeared out of nowhere, was evidently their only way to reach the Nine Heavens Pavilion.
