Song Banxian returned to his stall and began chatting with Qin Ruan about Huang Biao.
"That guy is a street hoodlum, it's harder for him to survive in our current society ruled by law compared to before. He's getting old and has been considering to retire, but he has been hesitating because he has not made up his mind yet.
Huang Biao's mother is still alive. He's quite filial and not a bad person. He hasn't committed anything seriously wrong, but he's a bit lustful. Qin, don't take him too seriously."
Hearing his words, Qin Ruan raised her delicate eyebrows. She stared at Song Banxian with a smile that was not quite a smile.
"Are you implying that you know him?"
Song Banxian laughed: "I know him, but he doesn't know me."
Qin Ruan brushed a few strands of wind-tousled hair off her face and spoke with a smile in her voice, "No wonder he believed every word you said."
In her opinion, the nonsense that Song Banxian was just spouting off to Huang Biao was completely ludicrous.
