Sun Xiujin approached from down the street, just in time to see Zhang Gengshan limping away with Mo Heng. She found it strange and came over, "Wasn't that crippled man from the workshop who used to guard the door? Didn't he leave?" Who's the one in front? The silhouette from behind is so tall and straight, broad-shouldered, and narrow-waisted, truly extraordinary even from the back alone.
"He did leave," Pei Qian didn't like her and didn't want to share anything with her inquiries.
Sun Xiujin, seeing her expressionless face, asked with a smile, "Where's Pei Qin? Is your eldest sister at home?"
The day after Pei Qin went out to receive goods, Sun Xiujin had come over again. Pei Qian had told her that her sister was busy and had not let her enter. She hadn't seen her yesterday, and now, only a day later, she was here again.
"She's gone to the workshop." Pei Qian was also packing things up, waiting for Pei Yuan to finish washing up so they could head to the workshop together.
