Watching the pickup truck trailing black smoke disappear into the distance, Liu Qingshan turned his head and looked at Pang Feng deeply, mumbling to himself, "Not bad at all! At least he has a good strength, so much better than that troublemaker Liu Xia!"
Feeling the softness in Liu Qingshan's gaze, Pang Feng said, "Uncle Liu, does the gas delivery guy really expect us to carry it ourselves?"
"Mr. Hou has a limp; it's not easy for him to make a living eating from this bowl of rice. Everyone faces trials and tribulations; if we help him carry it, we won't lose a piece of flesh, will we?"
Pang Feng chuckled, the simplicity and honesty of Liu Qingshan made him feel very warm.
The two of them went back inside the house, but the atmosphere in the living room made Pang Feng a bit embarrassed.
