Once or twice is fine, but if it happens too often, even if she knows her daughter is doing business, there's no guarantee that there won't be others in the village like Li Cuihua who try to smear her daughter.

But God had mercy. Last night she heard from others that Li Cuihua had been beaten and broken her bones and was still lying at home. Her sons were ashamed of her and refused to take her to see a doctor. Only then did she feel relieved.

Su Yan obediently replied, "I understand."

Watching her mother walk away, she was about to go to the post office to find Huo Qianli before returning to Baicaotang when she suddenly heard a greasy voice behind her after taking only two steps.

"Hi, miss, may I be your friend?"

Before even seeing the person, Su Yan felt nauseous just from hearing the voice.

She turned around and couldn't help but twitch her lips when she saw the person who had struck up a conversation with her.

The young man leaned against the door of the state-run restaurant, wearing a cheap white suit. He had one leg straight and the other draped over it. He had what he thought was a very handsome slicked-back hairstyle, a wilted rose between his teeth, and one hand in his pocket, revealing a large, chipped gold watch. He gazed at Su Yan with deep affection.

He believed he had cultivated an elegant and stylish masculine aura, a tactic that always worked; nine out of ten girls fell for him. Although the girl in front of him had a pretty face, she was dressed plainly and seemed unworldly, so she was sure she couldn't resist his charm.

He took the rose from his mouth, handed it to Su Yan, and smiled slightly: "Is that alright, beautiful lady?"

The streets were bustling with people, and seeing someone pursuing someone so openly, the gossipy crowd and shopkeepers couldn't help but stop to watch the spectacle.