"Shut up!" Wang Yongzhu directly blocked Xiao Tiantian's boasting, and when she looked at Song Chongjin again, there was finally something different.
She hadn't expected Song Chongjin to have such a skill; she had underestimated him. But for a man from a mountain village, with a mother so timid, was this really a skill taught by an old hunter from the mountains?
Wang Yongzhu marked Song Chongjin for special attention. No matter what might happen in the future, at least for now, she couldn't see through him.
However, this wasn't the time to be concerned about that. She composed herself, suppressing her shock, and tried to analyze the situation: "So, we're looking for a young man, slender, weak, naturally with six toes! If he's from our village and is around my age, there are dozens of boys, most of them quite lean, but they usually have to do field work, so they should have some strength. Excluding those who work the fields, there aren't many left, so it must be—"
