Under Huang An's puzzled gaze, the little wealth hoarder swung her head woefully and said:
"What a shame, Junior Brother, if you had come to find me, we could have saved a hundred taels of silver as a courtesy fee. My father's face value is worth exactly this hundred taels of courtesy fee."
Huang An was speechless, mentally remarking that the little wealth hoarder was surely going to be a qualified matron of the household in the future. However, he verbalized his agreement with her by sighing:
"Alas, it's all my fault for not finding Senior Sister sooner!"
The little wealth hoarder's mood came quickly and left just as fast. Recognizing the old horse behind Huang An as the one her father used to ride to the army, she smacked her head, then chuckled apologetically:
"Hey, let's go, we're going to see Sister!"
Having said that, she grabbed the reins with one hand and tugged Huang An's sleeve with the other, attempting to lead him into the courtyard.