An Ning trailed behind An Guoming like a little follower until they arrived in front of a house.
Before An Guoming, who was in the lead, could even knock, the door swung open from the inside.
The man who appeared before them was a rugged, free-spirited northerner. He stood almost 1.9 meters tall, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, his muscles bulging.
The northern air in April was still a bit chilly, yet the man wore only a white undershirt. Sweat beaded on his brow, and he looked quite hot.
The man slapped a fan-sized hand onto the shoulder of the slightly shorter man beside him, making the man's knees buckle slightly.
"Let's talk over a meal! Come on, my treat!"
The big man's voice was rough as he shouted. As he opened the door, he came face to face with An Guoming, who was a head shorter than him.
"Well, if it isn't Brother An! Are you here to see the house?"
