The humpbacked old man, who had just gone upstairs with a lantern, suddenly appeared behind her.

But that deformed face looked less horrible in the firelight.

"Where's Mr. Dongfang? Has he gone to bed?"

With no time to think about something else, Lin Mengya inquired about the result first.

However, the humpbacked old man put the lantern on the table, picked up a charred sweet potato, knocked the skin off neatly and stuck it in her ...