C137 A Pitchblack Tent

Yanling realized that Yiran was just making things up and finally understood something. "Yeah, yeah, my mom loves to drink too."

Mrs. Zhao glanced at Yanling, then at Shi Shi, nodded, and walked inside.

The wooden house creaked as if it had weathered many storms. Yanling, feeling uneasy, reached out to steady the door but noticed Shi Shi and Yiran standing calmly, so she pulled her hand back