Almost every adult who saw Chen Mo greeted him.
"Chen Mo, is this your girlfriend?"
"Yeah, what about it?"
"You must have tricked her into it, how could someone as pretty as her be with you?"
"Haha, but the thing is, I've tricked her now, haven't I?"
"Chen Mo, be honest in your dealings. I've watched you grow up since you were a child; you can't go down the wrong path. The girl is so nice, don't mess up her life. I know a girl who isn't bad..."
It was basically this kind of talk—blunt, tinged with envy, but sincere.
They didn't mind showing their true thoughts, which were typical of the small-town mindset.
Bing Lan was curious and only asked after Chen Mo had brought her into his home, "Why do they talk to you like that?"
"Because they think you're too pretty for me, that we don't match. And they're right."
"So they think you'll never make something of yourself."
