"What's your name anyway?" Wang Zhan asked curiously, while following the man in a certain direction.
The man pondered for a moment before replying straightforwardly, "You can just call me Old Mao."
"Old Mao?" Wang Zhan glanced at his disheveled hair, which was almost infested with lice. He immediately gave him a thumbs up. "A name suited to the person, indeed very friendly."
Old Mao didn't respond to his comment.
Soon, they arrived in front of a wooden hut. Although the hut wasn't exquisite, it was quite clean inside, and the space was also rather large. A bed was noticeable on one side. As expected, this must be Old Mao's home.
Wang Zhan seated himself and sighed in resignation. "I didn't expect that after arriving here, I would be so luckless. Not only did I not meet a pretty young lady, but I also ended up with an..."
In the end, Wang Zhan didn't continue speaking but sighed in resignation again. His current demeanor was enough to express his despondent mood.
