Tan Juguo smiled ruefully. "How can I not be worried? Zhao Baolin's wedding came too suddenly, and it's odd."
"Odd?" Fangzheng was surprised.
"That's right. Although everything looks normal, I have a nagging feeling that there's something odd about it," Tan Juguo said.
Fangzheng probed. "Can you tell This Penniless Monk?"
"Yeah, we still have quite a bit to walk. I'll tell you about it on the way. Zhao Baolin was quite close with me in the past. He likes to tell me when there's anything, so what I know should be close to the mark." Tan Juguo nodded.
A month ago, a distant cousin of Zhao Baolin, Meng Huimei, had suddenly come to visit. When she saw Zhao Baolin's son, Zhao Yuhe, she hugged Zhao Yuhe and wailed, appearing to feel extreme pity for him. Furthermore, she eagerly offered to introduce a partner to Zhao Yuhe.
