Ran Yan felt both glad and disappointed at the arrival of Liu Qingsong. She had absolutely no common topic of conversation with him, and according to Liu Qingsong's way of doing things, there were only three words that could describe him—unreliable! If she had to choose another three words, they would be "mentally ill."
"Wife," Xing Niang looked around the intersection, and when she saw Ran Yan coming, she hurriedly went to meet her. "That Zhang Langjun is crazy and acts without any manners. It's better for wife to stay away from such a person."
"Indeed," Ran Yan rarely agreed with Xing Niang's opinion.
Calls from Liu Qingsong faintly emanated from the woods. Xing Niang immediately said, "Wife, everything has been moved. Shall we go down the mountain now?"
"Did you take the flute and umbrella that I had left by my couch?" asked Ran Yan.
Xing Niang said, "Wan Lu was afraid of losing them, so she's holding them in her arms."
