"Young lady, what's the matter?" Tang Feng asked, puzzled as he looked at her.
"Master, why are you so kind to me?" The woman had no figure to speak of, no striking looks. If she had any merits, it was simply that she was a bit more diligent, a bit more hardworking than others.
And perhaps a bit better at cooking.
Apart from that, she had nothing worthy of attention.
So, she was deeply moved. In Wandao City, over tens of thousands of years, she had met countless people, many of whom had felt pity for her, but it never went beyond that.
Soon enough, they would lose interest.
But Tang Feng was different. The help he offered her was something she could never have achieved even after struggling for ten thousand years.
He gave her a shop nearly ten times larger than her previous inn, with two stories and even an attached apartment—the very building where Tang Feng resided.
That building was now exclusively hers, just for Lan Yue.
