"Oh!" The woman clearly was not a naive and ignorant one; she quickly shut her mouth and chose to trust her husband.
Pan Hao, being over seventy, at his age, even if he wanted to keep a mistress, he wouldn't bring her directly home.
Moreover, this young girl was dirty, carrying a snake-skin bag, and indeed looked like she was picked up from the roadside.
"You go take a shower in the bathroom first, then we can talk about your matters. The Saint arranged for me to meet you, there must be a reason, but he himself doesn't want to appear... hey, clean yourself up first, then we'll figure out a way."
Feng Ling carefully entered the bathroom and turned on the shower faucet.
The technological level of the new world was about the same as her past world; these devices were not unfamiliar to use.
"Your clothes are hanging at the door, change into them."
After Pan Hao placed a few pieces of his granddaughter's clothing by the door, he walked downstairs wearing slippers.
