Seeing Jin Laoqi now, Feng Qingxue felt very surprised.
One should know that from here to Jin Laoqi's residence was a distance of twelve to twenty kilometers; what was he doing wandering around here with no particular reason? His face was covered with bruises of blue and purple, as if he had been punched and slapped, the marks were very distinct.
"Old man, it's already dark, why don't you go home?" Feng Qingxue approached him.
Jin Laoqi gathered his tattered cotton coat and squinted at Feng Qingxue, who only had her eyes showing.
After a moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, "It's you!"
"Huh? What do you mean it's me, old man?" Feng Qingxue was stunned. She and her husband were fully armed during their transactions with Jin Laoqi, and they even deliberately lowered their voices and altered their tone; could he still recognize something?
Jin Laoqi waved his hand, "Nothing, nothing, did you call me?"
