Ye Qingqing called Lu Mo first, "Brother, I ran into Huizi. She's selling breakfast on Songyang Road."

"You stay there and don't move, I'm coming over now."

Lu Mo was quite surprised. Ding Ba had just called him to complain that he couldn't find Hui Zi at all. He didn't expect to run into her just because she was going to school. No wonder the old lady always said that this girl was a lucky star. She was right.

Ye Qingqing hung up the phone and found a corner to watch Huizi from a distance. She didn't dare to get too close. This old lady was no ordinary person. What if she mistook her for a bad person and killed her? Wouldn't she be at a huge loss?

Huizi's business was still slow. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and pedestrians were unwilling to stop to buy breakfast. Looking at Huizi's thin figure standing in the wind and rain, Ye Qingqing felt bad.

This old lady must be seventy-three years old. In an ordinary family, she would have been enjoying a life of luxury long ago. But she is still selling breakfast in such heavy rain. Something major must have happened to her.

Moreover, Ye Qingqing was also eager to know where Huizi lived. Huizi definitely wouldn't go home until all the breakfast was sold out. She had a sudden idea and stopped the hurried pedestrians, giving each of them a dollar.

"See that breakfast stall? Go buy some rice balls, and the rest of the money is yours."

The most ordinary rice ball only cost 15 cents. Not only could you eat breakfast for free, but you would also have 85 cents left over. How could passersby not be happy? Everyone rushed to buy breakfast, and soon Huizi's breakfast stall was surrounded by a crowd.

Huizi had planned to wait another ten minutes, and then pack up and go home, regardless of whether she had sold out or not. She was really worried about leaving Zhu'er alone at home. But to her surprise, business suddenly became very good. She was so busy that she sold out of glutinous rice in less than half an hour, and even the side dishes were gone.

With a sigh, Huizi rubbed her aching back. Her once straight back had hunched slightly. She felt a pang of sadness. Time waits for no one; she was truly getting old. She didn't know how many more years she could take care of Zhu'er. Sigh!

Ye Qingqing watched Huizi pack up her stall from afar, but Lu Mo hadn't arrived yet. She grew anxious and decided to follow him. Once she knew where Huizi lived, everything would be fine.

Fortunately, Lu Mo arrived quickly. He parked the car and followed behind Hui Zi with Ye Qingqing, keeping a distance of fifty meters. With such heavy rain, Lu Mo thought that Hui Zi's vigilance should be lower.

But he still underestimated Keiko.

After crossing the main road, I arrived at a narrow alleyway lined with old Shikumen houses. The usually bustling alleyway was now deserted, with only the sound of heavy raindrops hitting the closed windowpanes. There was not a soul in sight.

Following Huizi, turning left and right, the alleys of Pingjiang were like a spider web, intertwined. Anyone unfamiliar with the area would definitely get lost. After walking for a while, Lu Mo realized something was wrong and pulled Ye Qingqing behind him. Huizi quickly appeared in front of him and thrust the bamboo chopsticks in her hand at him.

Lu Mo turned around with Ye Qingqing, avoiding the bamboo chopsticks.

Hui Zi's heart sank. She didn't see Ye Qingqing and thought Lu Mo was an assassin sent by those people. She was even more ruthless and wanted to kill Lu Mo to eliminate future troubles.

Ye Qingqing huddled in Lu Mo's arms, but she still felt a chilling murderous aura. She quickly shouted, "Grandma, don't do anything! It's me! We mean no harm!"

Huizi recognized Ye Qingqing's voice, slowed her movements, and shouted, "Who are you? Why are you following me?"

Lu Mo quickly explained, "We really didn't mean any harm. It's just that you look a lot like an old friend of our elders, so we wanted to come and verify it."