Bian Su

There was a decent-sized supermarket right beside the florist. A heavyset middle-aged auntie ran the place.

She became on edge upon spotting Luo Ying in her expensive threads and Lu Zhao in his suit. "Who are you?"

"We…" Luo Ying cautiously turned to Lu Zhao.

"She's my family," Lu Zhao said in response. "We haven't seen each other for many years. We made a special trip out here to see her this time. Do you know where she went?"

The auntie took a good look at Lu Zhao after hearing this.

"Are you really her family?" Lu Zhao's eyes, in particular, reminded the auntie of her neighbor Bian Su. However, she was extremely wary. "How can you prove it?"

The auntie's question struck Luo Ying as odd. Could you expect the average person to be so watchful and wary?

Her eyes swept the area thoroughly. It was obvious that this grocery store had been open for a long time, and the customers who came and went were very familiar with the auntie.