The sky was growing dark.
Jiayi, carrying a heavy load of vegetables, was heading to the Tang Family's house. Despite being drenched in sweat from the exhaustion, she felt a deep sense of fulfillment.
At this moment, not far from the vegetable market,
a black luxury car that seemed out of place amid the greasy clamor of the market was quietly parked.
The car window was down, and a dark figure sat in the back, his eyes concentrating a serious gleam as he watched the girl carrying the vegetable basket from afar.
The girl was dressed in a loose home shirt, stained with a few spots of oil, with beads of sweat on her forehead, and her hands were carrying dirty and greasy vegetable baskets, humming a tune as she walked along.
She looked completely different from her usual clean and pristine image.
Her living environment seemed downright terrible.
