Qingyue smiled, releasing Zhang Qiling's hand and gesturing for him to enter. "Please go ahead, Mr. Zhang."
Seeing that Qingyue could joke with him, Zhang Qiling's expression also softened. "Alright. Stand back a bit, it's messy here." With that, he stepped over the fallen fence, eyeing the scattering chickens and ducks and a white goose that looked as though it wanted to duel him.
For a moment, Zhang Qiling felt like a bad guy, but over the decades these poultry had multiplied significantly, and if they didn't eat them now, there was nothing else left.
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