"Senior brother!"
Zhao Bei looked at Tian Lin with some concern and said:
"Perhaps we have mistaken the person? Indeed this is the home of your friend Han, but the woman in front of us may not necessarily be your friend Han's wife."
Tian Lin also felt that merely relying on the sound of the quail might not prove anything. He gently let go of Zhao Bei's hand and strode towards that woman.
The woman, puzzled, put down the sparrow-shaped wooden carving in her hand and looked at Tian Lin while the man next to her reached for the firewood knife at his waist to protect her:
"Who are you two, and what do you want to do to my family?"
Ignoring the man, Tian Lin focused only on the woman and asked, "Do you know Han Li? Is this his home?"
The woman's face changed, and the man's expression became even more sullen.
