When they entered the small fishing village downstream in Jiangzhou Prefecture, it was already late evening, colder than usual because it was near the river.
Xu Haohao hugged her arms, following behind the man, and in the hazy vision, she could see some households hanging dried fish.
"Tsk, Feng Huaimu, I found your guts are truly bigger than most—coming to a place like this? Nearly all the young people from this village have gone out to work, but that doesn't mean there's no one here, right? Do you believe I'll find a chance to call the police?" Following Feng Huaimu into his newly acquired hideout, Xu Haohao taunted him from behind.
Although it was a rather poor small fishing village, the house had clearly been tidied up, and upon stepping inside, there was a bouquet of fresh chrysanthemums, as if specially arranged.
Feng Huaimu casually closed the door, smiled slightly, and said, "Haohao, do you believe I could move you to the next place before they come?"
