'Hmm, they look similar, but it can't be the same person.'
After all, he saw that portrait over a decade ago. Back then, Yu An was just a child.
Housekeeper Han figured that Yu An and the person in the portrait had to be related somehow, especially since the Su Family Master was so tense about the painting.
He had to find an opportunity to persuade the City Lord not to make a move on Yu An.
Even if it was just for the sake of the delicious barbecue, he had to keep Yu An alive!
The familiar, fragrant aroma of barbecue wafted through the air, making even the passing dogs dizzy with delight.
Yu An sold her last skewer of barbecue, but Han Fengyun still hadn't shown up.
"Are they coming or not?"
Ao Wu had been cracking his knuckles in anticipation for ages, hoping some troublemakers would show up so he could stretch his limbs.
"Maybe you scared them off," Yu An said casually. "Stop posturing and come help pack up."
"Coming, coming."
