'But that shouldn't be right. We've never met, and we have no quarrel with him.'
The two parties soon went their separate ways. Zhao Jing drove the ox-cart, taking Chen Wanqing toward Qingshui County.
Chen Wanqing turned to look at the peddler walking toward the village. "The man who saved Wanyue was also a peddler," she said to Zhao Jing. "Do you think it could be him?"
Zhao Jing gave a noncommittal reply. "I don't know. But even if it is him, it has nothing to do with us. Sis, let's not talk about such unpleasant things. Sit tight. I'm going to speed up so we can get to the county town sooner. Otherwise, you're in for a rough ride."
"Okay."
The two of them put the matter of the peddler out of their minds, no longer wondering if he was the one who had saved Chen Wanyue.
They thought he was just a stranger who would have nothing to do with them. They had no idea that a vicious tiger lurked in his heart and that he was coming straight for them.
