Seeing the old man standing outside, Yue Qingqing suddenly stopped in her tracks.
The word "Master" almost slipped out, but she swallowed it back forcefully.
The old man outside looked exactly the same as before, still sporting a big beard, always with a smiling face.
But his attire was vastly different.
A leather jacket exuding an air of wanting to be flirtatious despite old age, with a pair of flip-top sunglasses hanging on his head, holding a phone in his right hand and typing away, looking even more proficient than Yue Qingqing.
Yue Qingqing was momentarily at a loss, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Jingze asked, following Yue Qingqing's gaze, his face turning dark immediately, "Old charlatan?"
"What?"
Yue Qingqing had heard Aze mention someone called a charlatan visited his home, completely mesmerized his father, convincing him beyond belief.
