Shen Feihong waved to them, took his bag of flour, hopped on his bicycle, and rode off into the distance.
The mule carriage continued in the opposite direction. Lu Tianjun touched the bracelet in his hand, his eyes full of nostalgia. After a while, he said to Feng Qingxue, "Auntie, you must be curious why I wanted to trade bracelets with him, right?"
Feng Qingxue responded by patting his head, "I guess it's something from our Lu Family."
Guan Cheng, sitting next to them, nodded in agreement. He too thought the same. If he came across the jade pendant that Aunt Xu gave him now, he would recognize it at first glance. Shen Feihong did not come across as a good person, reminding him of the rogue gangsters he often encountered during his time begging for food. He wasn't sure how Feihong had gotten hold of the bracelet, but they were already fortunate that he had proposed a trade rather than forced a theft.
