Hiss.
A soft scraping sound came from the darkness. The dim yellow light of a flame flickered, illuminating the heavily made-up face of the girl as she carefully lit the oil lamp, chasing away the darkness in the room.
The girl fitted a delicate glass cover over the lamp and moved a solid wooden stool next to Shao Zifeng before speaking somewhat uneasily, "Um... sir, please take a seat."
Shao Zifeng's gaze swept around the room, taking in every detail with the help of the dim candlelight.
The room, about ten square meters, was cluttered with a large amount of household goods. It appeared somewhat cramped, but one could tell that the owner was diligent. Everything was neatly arranged, and a faint scent lingered in the air, not as pungent as cheap perfume.
Sitting on the stool, Shao Zifeng pulled down his hood. Qiuqiu held onto his hair with her tiny paws, her bright eyes curiously scanning the surroundings.
