At noon the next day, Su Qing casually had lunch across from the neighborhood, and when he returned, he happened to run into his good neighbor, Old Wang from next door, who was throwing something away by the trash can.
It had been some time since they last saw each other. Since the last time he felt that Wang Qiang held a deep prejudice against him, they hadn't run into each other again.
Of course, this was also mainly because he was a homebody, and their schedules didn't match. He wasn't a nine-to-five office worker, so naturally, they didn't see each other much.
They exchanged glances, and both seemed somewhat unnatural, especially Wang Qiang, who appeared a bit flustered and hurriedly reached into his pocket as if to hide something.
"Have you eaten, Little Su?" Wang Qiang smiled and greeted him.
