She opened her mouth, intending to ask the person leaning against the tree trunk what was troubling them.
Oh well, everyone has their own worries, and life is never without its troubles.
Yin Huaizhu, who had been staring intently at Hang Suisui, did not miss Hang Suisui's hesitant words.
He then asked softly, "Is something bothering you? If you don't mind, you can tell me. Maybe I can help."
That gentle, considerate tone is very easy to put people at ease.
At least Hang Suisui didn't find anything wrong with Yin Huaizhu's language.
They assumed everyone was troubled by worries.
But, help her?
Even if he had extraordinary abilities, he couldn't possibly speed up her progress!
Hang Suisui suddenly thought of something and looked up at Yin Huaizhu.
Do you know where No. 13 Jinghuan Road is?
Asking a local for directions is always the right thing to do!
Holding onto the tree, he subtly exerted downward force with his well-defined knuckles.
The slightly sharp, uneven bark beneath his palm pressed against the tender flesh, causing a stinging pain that Yin Huaizhu seemed completely unaware of.
His expression softened further, and his tone became even gentler: "What a coincidence, I happen to know this place. Is there something you need to do at No. 13 Jinghuan Road?"
Is this young lady at No. 13 Jinghuan Road genuinely unaware or pretending not to know?
Is there anyone in Beijing who doesn't know No. 13 Jinghuan Road?
Thinking that Hang Suisui didn't even recognize who he was, could it be that she really didn't know?
Hang Suisui, unaware of Yin Huaizhu's subtle change, asked with some delight, "You know? Do you know the people living inside?"
A subtle undercurrent flashed deep within Yin Huaizhu's eyes.
Asking about the master's home in front of the master.
That's really strange.
However, if she really didn't know, why would she ask now?
"I happen to know them too, but I don't know what business you have with this family?"
Yin Huaizhu removed her hand from the tree trunk and slowly cleaned the tree debris from her palm.
Hearing Yin Huaizhu's persistent questioning, Hang Suisui pondered how to broach the subject.
She couldn't possibly say she was sending someone's soul back, could she?
The person in front of me looks so frail and weak, wouldn't that scare me to death?
Even if she frightened the person and made their illness worse, that was still her fault!
"I just need to talk to this family about something, so it's not convenient for me to say."
Hang Suisui paused for a moment while speaking, then asked, "Do you know if there is a sick child in this family?"
As she was cleaning the tree debris stuck in her palm, her slender, fair fingers suddenly paused.
The moment Yin Huaizhu raised her eyelids, a deep light flashed in her dark eyes.
He slowly began, "I think I heard that a child fell ill a few days ago."
His slender fingers curled up, pressing the sawdust that should have been removed into his palm.
Only the Yin family knew about Yin Lanlan's illness.
"I can take you there."
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