"No, I have to go find Little Ya. That silly girl must be up to something foolish."
"Damn it, I should have realized this morning and kept her with me in time."
Zhang Xiaoshan silently blamed himself, closed the door, and hurried toward the village entrance.
"Little Shan, come to my house for dinner."
Zhang Xiaoshan was walking briskly.
He met Ge Xiue head-on along the village road.
"Sister Xiue, am I coming to your house for dinner? Is Liu Qinghong not at home?"
Upon hearing this, Ge Xiue immediately spoke angrily.
"You terrible boy, what kind of talk is that? Aren't you ruining your sister Xiue's reputation?"
"Don't worry, he did come home, but I didn't let him into my bed. He slept in the small house and left yesterday."
"Oh…"
Zhang Xiaoshan nodded.
He had a very strong premonition that, most likely, Little Ya's unusual mood had a lot to do with Liu Qinghong.
"Forget it, I still have some things to take care of. I won't eat; you go ahead."
