Outside the courtyard, the morning sun spilled onto the ground, illuminating the slightly hunched figure of the Deaf Old Lady. She stood by the roadside, glanced left and right, and raised her hand to hail a pedicab.
The driver was a lean, middle-aged man, his skin bronzed by the sun, wearing a simple, honest smile. Seeing someone calling out, he quickly brought his vehicle to a stop in front of her.
"Old lady, where are you headed?" the driver asked enthusiastically.
Chapter 91