"Ancestor, I'll go check if there's anyone inside," said Xia Xin, pointing at the tightly shut door.
Jiangli nodded her chin.
Xia Xin then walked over and peered into the dusty glass door.
The next second, a face suddenly pressed up against his.
It gave him quite a fright.
Xia Xin instinctively stepped back, exclaiming in surprise.
"What happened?" Jiangli, hearing him, walked over.
At this moment, the glass door was pulled open, and a plump middle-aged woman stepped out.
She was dressed in a gray tracksuit with an apron on top, and both the apron and her cuffs were covered in paste.
It was clear that she must be someone who worked with paper crafts.
As she stepped out, she asked, "Xia Xin, is that you, kid? What are you skulking around here for?"
Xia Xin patted his chest, soothing his heartbeat, and couldn't help but say with a wry smile, "Fat Auntie, you scared me to death!"
