Uncle Wang was nodding and greeting when all of a sudden, he noticed Ye He Ping's pale face. Then, looking beyond that, he saw Old Mrs. Ye lying stiffly in the flatbed of the four-wheeler, with the Ye Family girl sitting indifferent beside her, he inwardly exclaimed that something wasn't right. Could it be that Old Mrs. Ye had passed away?
Otherwise, why was a lively person lying there without moving at all?
The words that were about to come out of his mouth were left unsaid, and the smile he had put on his face stiffened halfway, making Uncle Wang's expression look as if he was trying really hard to hold in a bowel movement.
Ye He Ping, however, didn't have the heart to pay much attention to these things. "If Uncle Wang needs to take care of business in town, go ahead. Let's talk about anything else when we get back to the village."
The people on both sides had encountered each other halfway down the road, which was why they stopped to greet each other.
