Qianmo hurriedly ran up the path that led to the middle section of the city where most migrants lived. The sanitary condition was actually quite poor here.
The weed in the surroundings had grown to half a meter tall. In the days of summer, the grass and the woods were flourishing so densely that it was impossible to tell what was hidden inside.
Qianmo ran up and let out a sigh of relief when she caught sight of the legs exposed outside the grass.
It was not him.
He was dressed in a casual outfit and had a pair of much longer legs.
Qianmo squatted down and was about to check who was lying in the grass when suddenly, some noise arose behind her back.
"You nosy man, I will ahhhhh!"
Qianmo looked into the direction of the sound and found a sunken place in the ground below the grass. The terrain was relatively low, and it was also covered by the bushes around. Had it not been for the voice, no one would have noticed that spot.
