On the other end of the phone, Aman stammered, "...N-nothing."
The less he explained, the more Ning Wan started to overthink.
Aman is innocent, kind, and naive.
And yet, she happens to have a pretty good-looking face.
If you are tricked and taken advantage of by someone with ulterior motives, then you've been sold out and are even happily counting the money for the other party.
Thinking of this, Ning Wan's expression turned somber.
His tone even became more serious: "Where are you now? I'm coming to find you."
"No need, no need, Aman will be back soon."
Ning Wan wanted to say something more, but Aman hung up the phone first.
It was as if he was afraid of having some secret that he didn't want her to discover.
Putting down her phone, Ning Wan pondered for a long time, but the more she thought about it, the more something seemed off.
She's been busy looking for work these past few days, and she's basically not home in the afternoons.
But on the rare occasions when he came home early, Aman was out and not at home.
At first, Ning Wan didn't take it seriously. She just assumed he was home alone and had gone to play with Zhao Jiajia across the street.
But today is Monday, and Zhao Jiajia is still at school.
It's really strange that Aman hasn't come back after dropping off the kids for so long.
And that slightly panting breath I heard on the phone just now... it's so suggestive.
Thinking of Aman's face, her strong physique, and her pure yet alluring figure.
Strange thoughts kept echoing in Ning Wan's mind.
The next second she jumped up.
The chair was pushed over and fell heavily to the ground, but Ning Wan didn't care about any of that.
—Aman, could he really have been scammed?!
...
Ning Wan hurriedly opened the Xiaodicai Phone Watch app installed on her phone.
The smartwatch has a GPS tracking function, but Ning Wan has never used it to protect Aman's privacy.
But we can't worry about that now.
She wanted to save Aman from the corrupt world! ...
...
Location data shows that Aman is inside the residential area.
Ning Wan rushed out the door without thinking.
She went down the stairs, but stopped when she reached the 6th floor.
The cardboard boxes, waste paper, and aluminum cans that were originally piled up in the stairwell have all disappeared.
The narrow, crowded passageway was kept clean and tidy, and the grime on the floor from expired drinks was wiped clean with a mop.
The hallway suddenly became spacious and bright.
Ning Wan slowly descended a few more steps and saw the door of the room directly below her, which was usually tightly closed, open a crack.
Through the gap, Ning Wan could still faintly hear human voices.
The sound became clearer and clearer, and it even sounded somewhat familiar.
The door opened, and Aman came out of the house...
...
Ah Man?! ...
...
At this moment, Aman was walking side by side with a thin, short old woman to the gate.
The old woman was thin and haggard, with deep wrinkles and large patches of brown spots on her face. Her arms were dry and weak, and it seemed as if she would fall over at any moment without even a gust of wind.
That person was Old Mrs. Chen.
After seeing Aman to the door, Old Mrs. Chen slowly took out some money from her pocket: "Here, this is all for Aman."
Aman pulled out a 20-yuan note and said, "This is fine for Aman."
After receiving the money, Aman said goodbye to Old Mrs. Chen and was about to leave.
But the moment he turned around, he spotted Ning Wan standing on the stairs.
He was overjoyed and excitedly called out, "Wanwan!~"
Aman's behavior was no different from usual.
Aside from the edges of his vest being damp with sweat, even his breathing had returned to normal.
The old lady also noticed Ning Wan.
She raised her hazy eyes and looked Ning Wan up and down.
Ning Wan also looked at her. From those cloudy yet warm eyes, she seemed to be able to feel the hardships that Old Mrs. Chen had endured over the years.
Her expression was lifeless, as if nothing in the world could easily stir her emotions.
Remembering what Xu Xiufeng once said about the old woman's lost child, and then thinking about how I felt on the day Ning Yanshu disappeared.
For some reason, Ning Wan felt a pang of sympathy for the elderly man.
She took a few steps down and came to Aman's side: "Hello, Grandma."
Aman excitedly grabbed Ning Wan's hand and eagerly introduced her to Grandma Chen: "Grandma, this is Wanwan, my Wanwan~"
"My Wanwan is amazing! She can cook, sell lunchboxes, and even earn money! ...Wanwan is the best!"
The old lady, who had been expressionless, smiled slightly when she heard Aman's words.
Before leaving, Mrs. Chen went back into the house and gave Aman a lot of bread.
Aman accepted the gift politely and went home with Ningwan.
Back home, Aman put the bread away and then naturally went into the kitchen to tie on her apron: "Wanwan, how about we have egg noodles for lunch?"
People who don't cook have no right to be picky.
Ning Wan is not picky about what she eats.
"all right."
The cramped little kitchen was just big enough for Aman to stand in.
If one more person stands there, it will be difficult to even turn around.
So Ning Wan was happy to stand easily at the kitchen doorway and watch Aman busy at work.
Although Aman's cooking skills mostly came from Ningwan, the two have very different cooking habits.
Ah Man cooks quickly, accurately, and ruthlessly, all while remaining calm and composed.
Often, before one dish is even fully prepared, another dish is already cooking on the stove.
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