"We'll talk about that piece of land by the river later," without waiting for Mrs. Niu to finish, Wu Dongdong immediately refused.
Mrs. Niu also felt rather embarrassed and left after sitting for a short while.
Then Wu Dongdong heard someone outside asking, "Is Dongdong at home?"
The voice was rustling, very neutral.
Wu Dongdong was very impressed by this voice, recognizing immediately that it was the village's Mallard, and he quickly walked out.
He had a deep impression of Mallard, a man who looked robust but different from the usual mountain men. He exuded an intimidating aura, and his eyes seemed to read your mind and know exactly what you intended to do.
"Mallard?" the eighteen-year-old Wu Dongdong dared not call him Uncle Mallard, feeling they were of the same generation.
Mallard nodded, then smiled at Wu Dongdong, "Dongdong, may I speak with you in your room?"