122 Strange Bedfellows_1

"Has there been a greasy middle-aged fatso who's been here?"

The fat woman in a black dress approached the bar, eyed the high stools in front of it, and doubted that the small high stool could support her butt. So she didn't sit down and asked from outside instead.

Lin Ge was surprised by her attire and style of dress. Had she also come from the modern city?

The dead fat man she was referring to, could it be Mr. He?

Wait a second, her voice sounded so familiar...

He remembered the phone call Mr. He had received before leaving yesterday, the voice on the phone was very similar to that of the woman in front of him.

So, the identity of the woman in front of him was pretty much confirmed.

"There was a well-rounded customer who came by, but he has already left," Lin Ge confirmed.

"Gone? Where did he go?"

"May I ask, what is your relationship to the gentleman?" Lin Ge inquired.

"Hmph, I'm his wife."

Just as he thought.