After the Big Master of Feihu Village fell ill, his affairs were managed by Ling Yuezi.
When Ling Yuezi spoke up, even if these people were dissatisfied, they had to obey on the surface.
After all, they hadn't completely fallen out, and the Big Master's position was still there.
There were also quite a few people supporting the Big Master.
A few people exchanged glances and said one after another, "Rest assured, Miss Ling, we will not recklessly intrude into the Star-picking Pavilion."
"Pass the word down; everyone manages their own people," Ling Yuezi added.
"Yes, Miss Ling!"
After everyone left, Ling Yuezi glanced at the small attic and left with Ah Qing.
In the small attic, Li Xingsheng, who had watched the lively scene throughout, suddenly chuckled lightly.
Lou Chengye curiously asked, "Second brother, why are you laughing?"
Li Xingsheng stroked his chin, "This Ling Yuezi seems not simple, to actually make the people in the village listen to her."
