"Okay, okay, I'll definitely go there!"

…

Yang Ruoqing ran back home in one breath, where Sun and Yang Huazhong were killing fish by the well in the backyard.

"Qing'er, why are you smiling? What happened to you?" Sun asked with a smile.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "Nothing, nothing."

Mrs. Sun said: "There must be something, please tell me quickly."

Yang Ruoqing thought for a moment and asked Mrs. Sun: "Mom, how is the widow Wang Cuilian in the south of our village like?"

Mrs. Sun was startled for a moment, "Why did you suddenly ask about her?"

Yang Ruoqing knew that her parents were not the kind of long-tongued people who caught wind and shadow.

So, she told them what she had seen in Luo Blacksmith's stove.

After hearing this, not only Mrs. Sun was surprised, Yang Huazhong, who was squatting there scraping fish scales, also raised his head in surprise.

Mrs. Sun looked at Yang Huazhong: "That Widow Wang, who has not interacted with anyone in the village these years, why is she so close to Brother Luo?"

Yang Huazhong said: "In the past, when He Laoliu was here, the two families had a good relationship."
Chapter completed!