Aunt Zhang steadied herself, but her body still let out a wheeze.
"Aunt Zhang, you really look pale. No matter is more important than your own life. It's really dangerous for you to go out in this condition. Of course, if you're in a real hurry, we could drive you there instead!" Lin Xiangwan suggested a compromise.
Aunt Zhang, slightly tipsy, looked at the anxious young face in front of her and couldn't help feeling a sense of familiarity, and she laughed. "Why do I feel like I've seen you somewhere before? You seem very familiar."
Lin Xiangwan laughed, thinking that the auntie must be truly drunk. Otherwise, why would she be smiling at her? "Maybe it's fate that brought us together? Otherwise, we wouldn't have met here, right? Aunt Zhang!"
Aunt Zhang nodded. "Hmm, maybe I really am drunk! Forget it, if I'm drunk, I can't do any more work today!"
Lin Xiangwan smiled. "Auntie, what work do you do now, and where do you live?"
