Wan Chuer frowned at him. She didn't recognize this person. Judging by his flashy outfit and the way he spoke, he surely wasn't a good person.
"Mind your own business!" She looked him up and down, threw out a remark, and turned to leave.
The man was incredulous at Wan Chuer's words, laughed harshly, and shouted, "Kid, are you even eighteen yet? Messing around outside every day, does your mom know?"
My mom?
Wan Chuer hesitated for a moment, ignored him, and continued walking forward, soon leaving the street of Heavenly World.
By the end of September in the Northern region, the nights were already quite cold. The twilight streetlights flickered over the hurried pedestrians, making the chill feel even sharper.
Wan Chuer walked forward in dejection, and before she knew it, she was at the gate of the Glass Factory Family Quarters.
She stopped at the entrance and frowned, wondering how she ended up back at home.
