Li Jiaoman was right; the person shouting outside was none other than Zhang from Taoyuan Village.
As Wang Chen and another person walked over from the creek, Zhang leaned against the big motorcycle, munching on sunflower seeds from inside.
He hanged around carelessly, eating while spitting seed shells into the sidecar, without an ounce of politeness.
Next to him, there was a handcart with two bags of rice on it.
"Zhang, you're really not polite at all, huh? Do you even know whose seeds those are before you start munching away?"
Wang Chen was more reserved, but Li Jiaoman was different. Accustomed to dealing with people, she started cursing right away.
Zhang looked up and glanced, "Oh, it's little Jiaoman and Wang Chen, eh? How did you two end up together?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Chen's expression tensed. Had this guy just seen something?
