Chapter 227: The Story of Lao Pao

Yang Fei quickly found a local farmer.

The farmer drove a tractor, taking Yang Fei and Lin Xueyi to Heiniu Hollow.

The farmer was quite simple and honest, asking for only fifty bucks as a reward.

For Lin Xueyi, however,

that amount wasn't even a tenth of the price of a lipstick.

The tractor's engine rumbled thunderously, deafeningly loud.

The cold, hard Northwest wind made half of Lin Xueyi's face numb and blue.

All her exposed cheeks and limbs were frozen stiff, numb to sensation.

The bumpy, winding mountain road made Lin Xueyi, inside the cab, as unsteady on her feet as if she were drunk.

She had to cling tightly to Yang Fei's clothes to stabilize herself.

Lin Xueyi was on the verge of collapsing. What was Yang Fei doing by bringing her here?

Dressed in light army green, Yang Fei looked unusually spirited.

He hugged Lin Xueyi's waist from behind and chuckled.

"Sister Xueyi, life shouldn't be just about glitz and glamor, it should also have this kind of crude hardship."