Zheng Tan had heard such remarks too often, especially those laced with a strong loathing.
Zheng Tan paused in his steps and looked in the direction from which the sound had just come.
Next to a tall cedar, two people stood. One was a woman in her forties who looked like a lady of high society, and the other, already with a head of white hair, draped in a light-colored shawl, exuded an air of calm and serenity.
It was the middle-aged woman who had just spoken. She supported the elderly woman beside her, looking at Zheng Tan with undisguised disgust.
Zheng Tan was puzzled; he hadn't provoked her, so why did she speak as if they were enemies? However, there was no sense of loathing in the old lady's eyes—instead, there was a scrutinizing and somewhat kind smile.
"What's wrong with black cats?" said the old lady, clearly disagreeing with the person beside her.
