"Why are you wearing glasses now?" He caressed the fingers that had touched Wen Changling, his expression seemed to savor the moment, "You look better without glasses."
Granny Zhu happened to come out.
"Changling." Noticing the guy at the door with a shifty look, Granny Zhu glanced at a broom in the corner and asked Wen Changling, "Who is he?"
Wen Changling walked over to Granny Zhu's side: "A stranger."
Granny Zhu nudged Wen Changling, signaling her to go inside first, then herself moved a chair and sat down by the gate.
The old lady was of considerable age, with gray hair, a robust body, and sharp eyes, exuding an air of fearlessness.
Zeng Zhili went to a nearby shop, had a bowl of sweet soup, and after sitting and shaking his legs for a while, he left.
The next day.
After work, Wen Changling first stopped by Sister Tao's fruit store, where Sister Tao cut open a honeydew melon and let Wen Changling take half of it home.