At this point, he solemnly reminded, "Mr. Yang Yuan, it is best to sleep peacefully at night. As long as you don't leave the lights on, it generally won't come knocking."
Yang Yuan suddenly realized, "That explains why I've been so unlucky, getting knocks on my door two nights in a row. I see, thank you for the reminder."
"No need to thank me. After all, your death wouldn't benefit us in any way. I'm straightforward, but I speak the truth. Since there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."
Lingde finished speaking, then turned and left.
After he had been gone for a while, Zhao Jiayan whispered, "This guy seems a bit slow-witted, far worse than Director Yan."
"Maybe Director Yan chose him on purpose."
After all, with someone like this counting money, he probably wouldn't secretly pocket any.
Yang Yuan laughed, "You all take care at home, I'm going out for a bit."
He left the shop, asked around a bit on the road, and quickly found the residence of the carver Tang Song.
