"Ah, it's nothing."
The middle-aged man waved his hand dismissively.
"Everyone has their rough times. It's all about you helping me, and me helping you."
"Yes, yes."
An Que replied perfunctorily, not daring to meet the enthusiastic gaze of the plump girl, as he only felt a tingling on his scalp.
He suddenly regretted taking this horse carriage. What to do now? Clearly, he had paid the money, one tael of silver, so why did it feel like he was taking advantage?
And that damned fat pig, what's there to look at? What's so interesting about it?
Even if he looked again, he wouldn't fancy such a pig.
He muttered in his heart, completely unaware that not only the plump girl, but even the middle-aged man and woman were looking at him with a touch of eagerness.
After a while, An Que felt his whole body relax, drifting into sleep, and then, he lost all feeling.
…
At An Que's house.
The grandson hadn't returned, and Old Lady An wouldn't let anyone eat.
