Never did she expect that the other person would actually come.
Jiang Rou's fingers tightened slightly around the red paper as the wooden door of the supply and marketing cooperative closed behind her with a creak. The blue smoke drifting from Secretary Li's pipe was torn to shreds by the north wind. Staring at the old man's frost-chapped earlobes, she heard her own voice waver: "Secretary Li, that relative... is his surname Su?"
Secretary Li replied, "That's right, his surname is Su. He's a young man in his early twenties."
Chapter 138