The boy asked, "Do you now have so much food?"
Luo Qiao pointed at the large basket behind her and whispered, "I'll take you near your home. That way, you'll be safe, and it'll be easier to transfer the goods into your house."
The boy said, "Sister, my name is Huo Yuhao."
Luo Qiao was startled, then she smiled faintly and said, "In the future, when you go to the Black Market, you must never tell strangers your name; it's very dangerous."
Huo Yuhao glanced at Luo Qiao, "I told you because you're a good person."
As they walked, Luo Qiao said, "Bad people won't have 'I am a bad person' written on their faces. You can't judge by appearances. It would be better if you come less often to the Black Market, or not at all. You're still too young."
Calling others young, yet she herself wasn't much older, only taller, ha-ha!
The two stopped walking once they reached a residential area for workers. Huo Yuhao said, "Sister, my home is just ahead."