In the back room.
A small, elderly woman was mending clothes with a needle and thread.
This was Lin Jiandong's mother, Jin Meifeng.
The old woman had a sharp chin and a gaunt face. When she glared at people, she exuded a fierce energy, looking like she wasn't easy to get along with.
Lin Jiandong entered the room, walked up to Jin Meifeng, and spoke in a low voice.
"Ma, Leng Yuan is over at the neighbor's shoveling snow!"
Jin Meifeng glanced at her son and replied nonchalantly, "So he's shoveling snow. What's the big deal?"
The man grew anxious at once.
"For crying out loud, Ma, Leng Yuan is over there shoveling snow. Don't you think he's after Sweet Girl's house?"
At these words, Jin Meifeng's hand, holding the needle and thread, paused. "No way!"
"Leng Yuan is a teacher, after all. How could he be after Sweet Girl's house!"
