Su Wen was clearly the most popular figure in the entire village, yet he seemed so inconspicuous standing at the village entrance.
He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, exhaled a cloud of white smoke, and thought about turning around to leave.
He had never liked such noisy scenes; going home was better, to seek some tranquility, at least no one would disturb his modest life.
The person being surrounded by the village women was an elderly man who had seen many years.
At first glance, one could tell that the old man had a high quality about him, completely different from the spirit of the other old men in the village.
A BMW was parked at the village entrance, probably not cheap.
Wu Ruyue, the village head's youngest daughter, stood closest to the old man.
Wu Ruyue stood on her tiptoes, saw Su Wen leaving, and seemed to suddenly remember something, sharply patting the old man's back.
"Professor, that person is Su Wen."
