Qiu Shuping glanced at the sky outside; it was getting late. She had food to carry and dozens of miles to cover; it would be night by the time she got home.
So she smiled and said to the elderly Shen couple across from her, "It's getting late, and I should be heading back home. When I have some free time in the future, I'll come over to visit again."
Old Shen, hearing her say this, stood up with a smile, ready to see her out.
"Yunfang, your aunt has something to discuss with you, why don't you walk with her? We can chat along the way." Qiu Shuping grabbed Shen Yunfang's hand.
She was no fool and knew it wasn't appropriate to discuss the matter of needing grain in front of the Shen couple; it was better to talk to Shen Yunfang alone.
