Qiao Xi looked at Aunt Qian and said, "I'm fine, you go ahead with your tasks."
"Okay."
Aunt Qian hesitantly walked away.
It was then that Qiao Xi picked up the phone; Aunt Chunhua's voice was loud and full of vitality. She asked Qiao Xi laughingly what was so important that she called early in the morning.
Qiao Xi spoke softly, "Aunt Chunhua, I remember during the last visit to the village for the memorial service, you mentioned seeing an unfamiliar young man going up the mountain. Could you describe what he looked like to me?"
Aunt Chunhua said, "Hey, he was wearing sunglasses and a mask, so I couldn't really see his face clearly."
Aunt Chunhua spoke carelessly, "I mentioned it to your husband, and he said that man was a friend of yours. What's the matter, did you and your husband have a fight?"
Friend.
Qiao Xi didn't expect Huo Xingzhou to know too, "Aunt Chunhua, what else did my husband ask you?"
