"Shuanzi, out gathering pigweed?" Zhao Hongbing looked toward Xu Qinghuan, giving her a wink.
Xu Qinghuan kept her expression blank, head bowed as she pinched off the tips of the weeds. She felt a wave of nausea; she had heard that country folk were honest and simple, but she hadn’t expected to run into a greasy, repulsive man like this.
"Zhao Hongbing, what are you doing here?" Shuanzi jumped, startled, fearing they had been caught bad-mouthing him behind his back.
Chapter 122