Wednesday, afternoon.
Old Tan's Pickled Fish, shop location (ruins).
Zhang Wei and Zhao Xiaoxiao arrived at the scene, only to find that the entire shop had been burned down, even affecting the neighboring stores.
The area was now cordoned off with safety tape, and there was field personnel standing guard nearby.
The guard on duty, Zhang Wei could only silently exclaim at the coincidence.
"Father-in-law, what are you doing here?"
Zhang Wei pretended to have bumped into him by chance, greeting him with a beaming smile.
"You kid, what are you up to? Don't try to get cozy with me, I'm on duty here,"
Xia Donghai looked at Zhang Wei, thinking to himself that this chap showing up must mean no good.
But what's strange is, who's the girl beside this guy? She looks somewhat familiar.
Oh, I remember now, it's Old Zhao's kid from next door.
As for Zhao Qingyan, Xia Donghai still had an impression, because after all, where his home was located used to belong to them.
