An Encounter at the Fabric Shop

When he was only a few steps away from the fabric shop, Zhang Cong saw the woman that their family met when they left Li Gui's village. He grabbed Old Madam Zhang and pointed in that direction.

"What are you doing?" Old Madam Zhang said.

"Grandma, have we met that woman before?" Zhang Cong said.

"Why are you always looking at women and everyone of them always looks familiar to you, why don't you just leave your eyes on them?" Old Madam Zhang frowned and said.

It was no wonder that Old Madam Zhang felt that way. Zhang Cong always had roving eyes. When he walked on the streets, he was always looking out for beautiful women. He just liked to look at women. If they were good-looking, he would take a few glances; if they were not so good-looking, he would just look once.

"No, no! What are you talking about! Take a look for yourself!" Zhang Cong pointed at Qiao Yu behind the pillar.